SMALL, DARK & HANDSOME

SMALL, DARK & HANDSOME

As you might imagine, I was caught completely off-guard when, strolling through the shire one evening, a dashing young prince in the guise of a Blanchard’s cricket frog (Acris blanchardi) bounced out of the shadows and onto the path before me, demanding a kiss.

THE GREAT PUMPKINSEED

THE GREAT PUMPKINSEED

BY KIERAN LINDSEY, PhD Setting out for a walk, I paused just past my building’s threshold to savor morning air crisp as a fresh Granny Smith apple, perfumed with a blend of cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, and cloves that have been whisked, infused, and frappéd into breads,...
SOCIAL NETWORK

SOCIAL NETWORK

BY KIERAN LINDSEY, PhD Mark Zuckerberg would not be one of 100 wealthiest and most influential people in the world without the help of wasps. I mean the six-legged kind (whether or not two-legged WASPs should get any of the credit is something for attorneys to discuss...
DAMSELS AND DRAGONS (BUT NO PRINCE)

DAMSELS AND DRAGONS (BUT NO PRINCE)

BY KIERAN LINDSEY, PhD Once upon a time there was a damsel(fly). [Imagine, if you will, a bucolic Disneyesque soundtrack of flutes and piccolos in the background.] She (or maybe he — this is a modern fairly tale) explored the lovely little pond from which s/he...
BULL SESSION

BULL SESSION

BY KIERAN LINDSEY, PhD I say potato, you like potahtos. You wear pajamas, I wear PJs. And a rose by any other name, we’re told, would smell equally sweet. So does it really matter that we all agree on what to call an American bullfrog? “HELL, YEAH!”  That’s the...