With our monitoring of first flowering date, we have a feeling of belonging to the world, rather than resistance to it; of concordance, rather than shock.
The Flowers That Bloom in July, Tra La—and Why We Monitor Them
We Organized, We Came, We Conquered: A Conference Organizer’s Chronicle of Emotions
I’d like to start my closing remarks by telling you about a pleasant symmetry. In 1975, during winter break of my sophomore year of college, my friends in Pennsylvania took me skiing for the first time. I had much trepidation. It was here they took me: to Mount Snow, Vermont. Now near the other end... Continue Reading →
Barb Lachenbruch 