Zorie, Zorry, Zori

Photo by iMool

Ever feel like your eyes are in the right place at the right time? Recently, while reading Your Daily Poem—a fun website that emails followers a new poem every day—I spotted the word, zorry. One of the stories in my upcoming shiny new collection, Water Over Time, is called “The Zorie Sisters.” After having done a hasty search of sandal advertisements on the Internet, I trusted my spelling of zorie was correct.

How lucky to be reading a poem displaying the word, zorry.  Made me question its spelling. My chapbook is in the final just-a-smidgen-left stage of edits before zipping off to CreateSpace.

Only yesterday, Amber, my high-tech helper, emailed me a PDF version. “Give it a last look,” she said.

Excitedly, I opened my copy, this after reading my daily poem. How odd is it that I should read a poem featuring a zorry? It’s not like zorry, or zori, or zorie, is a common word. Is someone up there trying to help me? Do I have an editing angel?

Wishing to mind the signs that be, I consulted Wikipedia: “Zōri (草履^?) are flat and thonged Japanese sandals…quite similar to flip-flops…” I changed my spelling, and I bow to Wiki and kiss zori. Thank you, Japan, for zori. Slipping into flip-flops is one of the joys of summer.

Thank goodness my eyes were in the right place at the right time.   

Water Over Time, thirty-three pages of stories, poems, and pictures about growing up in Guam, including the story, “The Zori Sisters,” is nearing completion. Then off we go. Stay tuned.