Hubris
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On My Immured Sonnets
“I am sure some of my readers are still puzzled by the immured sonnet form, which I invented (for better or worse!) in the late 20th century. The original idea was to have…
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Lying Flat & Quiet Quitting in The Anthropocene
“I was not a climate scientist. I still am not. I am reasonably knowledgeable about climate science, however. As part of my ecological research, I have been studying climate science since I was…
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Iraklia Diary: A Joy (But Almost a Debacle)
“Unpacking, I realized with growing horror that my wallet had been stolen: a sickening and scary feeling of bereavement. After twice hunting through my rucksack and recognizing the inevitable, I phoned to…
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Hurdling the Hazards at the Ramadan Inn: ESL Students
“Driving out of the zoo’s parking lot, a student from Israel exclaimed, ‘Oh, look! There’s a peace pigeon.’ It was a mourning dove, of course, and then I had to explain why it…
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God in A Box, Pulled by An Ox: 2 Samuel 6: 1-19
“If we read a few verses beyond our text for today, we find in Michal the voice of rage. She mocks David for his behavior. She is apoplectic because David uncovers himself, exposing much…
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Super Heavyweights: Whales
“As half of my brain struggled not to hate the highly social, carnivorous orca, I was reminded that some Northwest Native Americans regard them as the reincarnated souls of humans. This may be…
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The Back of Greek Beyond: Anafi
“Prospective visitors wanting a tantalizing preview of Anafi—without braving the 16-hour ferry journey from Piraeus—will find it without leaving Athens. On the steep northern slopes of the capital’s Acropolis is the tiny urban…
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Bound for Glory
“When I go on dates, what I’m really looking for is an invitation into someone’s story for a little while—the way that happens when you’re traveling and happen to sit next to someone…
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24 Hours to Live?
“Albert Einstein, upon growing tired of answering questions about his thoughts on relativity, once gave this response: ‘Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour.…
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Yellow: My Firefly in a Bottle Color
“I remember being visually arrested by what seemed like a wave of bright chrome yellow, back-lit by my beloved Greek blue and lit by a sun so bright that I had to squint…