In Praise of Puddles
I used to think of mud puddles as a necessary penance, the price we pay for warmer weather. What could a mud puddle possibly be good for?
Read MoreLeaves: Coming Soon To A Tree Near You
Like most good things, we take them utterly for granted, until, suddenly, they’re gone.
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Old Leaves
Leaves flutter through the air and come to rest on a muddy riverbank. But these leaves fell a long time ago–about 68 million years ago, in the Late Cretaceous.
Read MoreMarching on Washington
So I’m getting ready to travel down to Washington, DC for the Women’s March, and my mother is shaking her head. “Why are you going to all this trouble?” she inquired. “What good will it do? Trump’s not going to run in terror when he sees you girls coming, you know.” I rolled my eyes, but you know, she kind of had a point. “Why am I doing this?” I asked myself frequently during the seven-hour drive on crowded highways. “What’s the point?” I sighed as I checked into the overpriced motel. “Is it worth it?” I asked as I jammed myself onto a subway car packed like a sardine tin, the...
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