David Tuck : childhood's end

Submerge NYC 2017: The Future Is Now

Science Done Right: The summer has ended and school has begun. Already a full week of classroom learning has passed for the students of New York City, enough time for there to be notebook pages covered in homework assignments and classroom notes. The memories of summer are still within reach and the warm, sunny weekends encourage one to remember days that were days not weekends. Still, these kids are crowded three and four deep around the tables at Submerge NYC, an annual marine biology

Learning About Life From A Centauride

(photo by Barbara Simmons)      We saddle our horses with hands out of practice by two weeks away from the stables. Duncan, the horse I ride, was facing the rear of his stall when I approached and I tentatively opened the enclosure door and led him out. He must have sensed my trepidation because now, as he stands there while I brush him and prepare him to ride, he asserts himself more than usual making feel even less prepared for our time in the ring. Back when I was writing about racing and

The First World War Now and Then

The Great War as holy war and war of holy men formed what was initially a diptych: combatant-knights imitated the saints, particularly the female saints. The war was holy because it was a 'great', long-lasting war, accepted as a trial, and with an eschatological, eternal aim. Depending on one's spiritual affiliation, it took the shape of an Imitation of Christ, an Imitation of the Virgin and the saints, or a patriotic Imitation. The certitude that a 'just peace' would be a revenge against