Science teacher

January lettuce, from the garden. Yesterday marked the last day of the darkest 6 weeks of the year. The cold snap wounded the rosemary...

Late autumn sunset on the Delaware Bay I do not do well with the shorter days. Chances are, you feel the same. Despite bathing in ...

A reminder for me.... Backyard basil in September November crept in on us again, as it will. The shadows lengthen as the daylight...

This one is for me. Misty March day, with an occasional tease of sun reminding us what's possible. Perfect day for clamming but fo...

At the end of the day, the hallways are cluttered with abandoned papers. I picked one up. Quadratic equations, lots of them, scrawled out w...

First full day of spring today. I've used up well over half allotted to me in this lifetime. Got some serious planting done yesterday....

A few days ago I plucked a few more morsels off the Brussels sprouts. I'll get a few more yet before they bolt, shedding seeds for next ...

Promissory Note If I die before you which is all but certain then in the moment before you will see mebecome someone dead in a transformatio...

In 19 years of practice as a plastic surgeon and microsurgeon, some of the most devastating and disabling injuries I've treated are fro...

Gardening in 1910: Observe damage. Obviously something's eating the plant. Find culprits--ah, green caterpillars! Pick and squish the cr...

Religion is about origins, stories about why we're here, great mythologies to explain greater mysteries. I teach in a public school. Whi...

The week between solstice and the New Year, I stare at seed catalogs, gardeners' pornography. The sun set a tad later yesterday than it ...

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. T.S. E...

Spring, finally. Again. I tend to wander away from the monitor once the sun heads north. In January puny words sustain me--in April germinat...

In the next hour or two, I will be filling up cut-up orange juice containers with peat moss and vermiculite, dropping a brandywine tomato in...

I can write about oysters and clams and life and death, and occasionally hear a voice from here, from there. Take on milk, however.....who k...

Barry Bachenheimer ponders future jobs for our students in his latest entry on his " A Plethora of Technology ." He's also put...

15 degrees Fahrenheit today--a bit too nippy to clam. The water temperature is down to 39 degrees --the clams are, well, clammed up now, wai...

Part 2 of the last post. I may have posted this already. In 6th grade, you labeled your cell diagram, not quite understanding what you were ...

The morning glories stay in bloom all day--the sun too low to coax them to close. A few bursts of flowers— nicotianas, wild aster, and mari...