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

RIO (red, indigo, orange) did right by us. He’s a robust and feisty male piping plover and Vince, the Park Service, biologist heard him calling

I became an Elder in a congregation of the Christian Reformed Church at the tender age of 33, not quite the stern silverback archetype I

A six-pack of IPAs and an almond-currant loaf from the Dutch import store are hard to hide in an expense report, so I’ll probably let