Category: {meta}Physics
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wren, dog, wormhole
Here was a night, mid-May, that dropped into the thirties. The pregnant wren had endured a week of blustery rain; the mudroom, in these conditions, gets no light at all. I was sorry for her, and then, once her chicks were born, anxious. A newborn carolina wren is a goofy, fragile thing – goofy and…
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If You Squint
The air Tuesday morning was like a hot towel, eighty and climbing at 6:30, when I took the dog and the baby on our neighborhood loop. By mid-afternoon, when I returned to our apartment with two bags full of the random and banal and occasionally poignant accumulations of office life, the bruise in the sky…
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Memory Lane Is a One Way Street
Some people think that college should happen later, when brains are less flighty and more able to bear the weight of their owners’ futures. I don’t know about that — the put-off-college people end to belong to the same camp as the “everyone should major in STEM fields” people — but I do know that…