Musings

Quantum Crime

Echoing up 15th Street, I hear the rotten rotor cuffs of the political vehicle hurtling along democracy’s poorly-paved lane: the…

The Last Leaf

May I never be the last leaf still clinging to the tree, rattling out her self-pitying song though autumn’s long…

Ode to Webster

“Look it up!” I repeat this daily refrain like the worn-out chorus of a pop song. “How do you spell…

Don’t Swat the Skeptic

Climate activists, climate deniers, climate heretics. Every era has its debates that ring with the moral fervor of religion. I’ve…

Folk in the Fortress

Verbs are the engines of sentences. The advice from master writers: ditch the adjectives and adverbs—they add flourish, but not…

Borrowed Gardens

Among DC’s finest features are the townhouse gardens—dutifully tended patches of nature that spring up all around my neighborhood, in…

How to Groom a Pony

Begin by fetching your grooming kit: a crucial possession for any horse-mad child. This unassuming blue tub contains the weapons…