My dad taught me my first science lesson. He knew it did not have to start at school, but rather the minute a mind starts asking questions. That is what science has always consisted of—a curiosity forming into a question and a question being resolved…
When faced with daunting writing tasks–including this one–that call upon me to convey uniqueness and summon eloquence, I have sought the assistance of a higher source: Intelligent Life. They beckoned to me from neon-bordered pages: Leaders whose policies were defining history; Russia’s biggest rock star;…
Danger looms in this idyllic, Floridian community and I, the stranger, am alert to the seamless transitions. The carbon texture of the hardening skies, the desertion of once bustling streets, the tentative schedules that allow room for imminent disaster; each omen deals a blow to…
Sarah – with her floral, lilac shirts, bluish, clairvoyant gaze and bass-y Southern accent – is a remarkable woman. I met her whilst serving in the Chelsea House Ministry, several years after she was rehabilitated by the program. Inspired by the program’s emphasis on personal…
I spent much of my adolescence in Arcadia; a world illumined by artificial suns. There, people eschewed costly ‘real’ clothing for digitally enhanced ‘shifts’, government propaganda was broadcast hourly onto illusionary blue skies, and one could read the mind of kith and kin, much like…