The provocative headline is intended to draw you into my blog because, yes, girls do need science.
I’m guilty of a fib. Continue reading
The provocative headline is intended to draw you into my blog because, yes, girls do need science.
I’m guilty of a fib. Continue reading
When I explain to new acquaintances that my work revolves around science communication, their eyes glaze over.
Boredom sets in. Continue reading
Excited to crack open my first issue of Scientific American.
My colleagues in the science writing and science information fields have recommended the magazine to me.
So, after receiving a bonus from the web-based superstore Amazon, I traded points for a subscription. Continue reading
Giffords, a Democratic congresswoman, was shot in the head at close range on January 8, 2011. The bullet, according to reports, “went straight through her brain.”
Nineteen people were shot that day and six died. Continue reading
Women have caught up with men.
Women and men share the same likelihood of dying from smoking. We’ve closed the gap.
But the scary thing is the risk and the odds. Smoking will increase your risk of death by 25%.
In what other pursuits will you get such favorable odds? Continue reading
My heart soared when I learned the president decided to chuck moderation and steam-roll through some tough decisions. His staff cheered.
Good old President Jed Bartlett. Continue reading
I’ve spent more time talking about bias in classrooms than I did as a full-time writer and editor.
As a working journalist, we never talked about bias—we just did our job of reporting. Fairly.
But in class, it’s bias, framing, spinning. Continue reading
On the Rue Cler, near our hotel by Napoleon’s tomb, we had supper at a brasserie: soup, salad, a cheese plate and wine.
The waitress left us to our conversation, and we had the table all night. No one rushes you during a meal in Paris.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a brown furry critter tottle under the chair legs nearby.
What’s the word for mouse? Continue reading
Point taken.
Vocabulary used in academic writing is annoying, a nod to a coterie of snobs speaking a private language.
Readings are interrogated. Concepts are deconstructed. Continue reading
American Retro begged for a second glance when I noticed the storefront decor was laced with geometric Indian designs.
Exterior windows painted with golden arrows were reminiscent of a Pendleton blanket. Could be Southwest. Could be Midwest. Maybe Osage. Hopi. Potawatomi.
In truth, the design just looks pan-Indian, a homogenous mix. Continue reading