
I woke up this morning, had a cup of English Breakfast tea, and thought to myself, “This seems like a good point in my career to alienate all of my readers.” So I sat down and wrote a blog post about abortion.
If you are even a mildly thoughtful person, it’s a good chance you’re sick of the debate over abortion. People screaming past each other, lawmakers scoring useless points, both sides totally entrenched. But here’s the thing – the debate isn’t religious or political, it’s scientific. And totally awesome. To demonstrate this, let me fall back on a hackneyed narrative device called the hypothetical conversation. It’s between Robyn the Righty and Lizzy the Lefty. Continue reading



I used to practice my signature everywhere. I wrote on napkins and notebooks, in crayon on restaurant placemats, with a finger in the wet sand. I even remember a grade-school art project in which I wrote my name and its mirror image, and then used the pair to create a creature: the top loops of the “C” as its antennae, the lagging tips of each lowercase “n” its feet.
