What do you suppose you’d find, to root around in that walnut-sized brain for a while? It’s a pathetic nod to self-care I suppose, but

In my family, we argue over the correct stuffing for the turkey. Among my earliest memories of Thanksgiving, is my dad, in his pajamas, spooning

My impulse to get up and leave surprised me. I’ve heard our communion liturgy a million times, but why thoughts to just walk away –

A habitual early-riser, I often don’t sleep well in hotels, so I was up early doomscrolling pre-dawn. Given time zone differences, the European climate scientists

It’s all so familiar on a September Saturday morning. Up early, obligations to a student event, though I’d rather have the day to myself. Another

Creation demands its wolves. I keep thinking this as I reflect on two, sort-of obscure anniversaries that surfaced recently. They’re both remembrances of extinctions. One

Color doesn’t matter, I thought as I tied another one on. I convinced myself, tying trout flies back in grad school. But I can hear

Each spring, I give a favorite lecture, an homage to a Belgian mathematician, Pierre François Verhulst. In two publications (1838 and 1847), Verhulst argued that

I had another post in prep but I switched it up to go with this. This deserves to be amplified and it is so astonishingly