Hitler, the artist — it’s hard to imagine, isn’t it? But the monster for whom the extermination of six million people was something to celebrate was also an aspiring artist who painted beatific religious scenes like this:
I know I’m not supposed to love it. Pueraria montana, or as other people might know it, the Vine That Ate The South — kudzu was all the rage at the 1876 Philadelphia Centennial Exposition where people flocked to Japan’s booth to learn about their native ornamental plants.
For 20 years starting in 1930, the US government’s Soil Conservation Service was kudzu’s biggest cheerleader, claiming it was ideal for soil erosion control. So it was planted all over the south.
Later, and too late, people learned that kudzu can grow a foot a day and chokes out everything it covers…
I thought I had come up with a brilliant new term. Then Madame Google told me that I’m about five years too late. But what I have done is master ‘Resting Mom Face’ — you know, the blank slate that hides your inner crazy when your kids are indeed driving you up the wall. And with these five tips, you can too.
Originally attributed to an English noblewoman who was not particularly excited about having marital relations, to me the phrase just means find your happy place — be it the beach, the mountains, or your car when you said…
In the weeks after it happened, when I was inside with the blinds drawn and the phones turned off, I tried to find something in the natural world to explain you — to myself, to anyone who might ever be willing to listen. You came from seed, nurtured by both your dad and me so I allowed myself to discard amoebae, bacteria and their ilk, those awful alchemies that occur whether anyone wants them to or not.
Instead, I looked to my own hands, the dark crescents of dirt under my nails and thought of when you and I planted…
What a burden for the crow to hold all our fortunes
If they knew what the folk tales said of their numbers
See one and you’re sunk and two you are lucky
Three for your health and four for your money
It’s the fifth crow however that really knocks things asunder
With sickness and sorrow for you or your lover
Be thankful the murder doesn’t grow to a sixth
Or to Death you might be affixed
Assuming you put stock in any of this…
Maybe you can just sit back and admire the bird
Sleek and black and unperturbed
About how many…
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Betsy Denson, 2021
I hear about all the good dystopian stuff from my oldest child. And when he first told me about the seed vault that will eventually hold more than 2 billion seeds, making sure the earth’s people will be able to eat after an epidemic, natural disaster, or nuclear war, I was like “let me Google verify.”
Turns out he was right. There are other seed vaults on earth, but the Svalbard Global Seed Vault is the largest and the most protected, according to Norway’s Ministry of Agriculture and Food. …
He struts and preens upon the stage, almost eight decades old.
Peter Pan with a propped-up heart.
A stone that won’t stop rolling.
I cannot believe that I have never seen them before now, that I could have missed this.
They have been at it for so long that you would be forgiven for thinking they’d be running out of rock by now.
But by the end of ‘Gimme Shelter,’ the chorus rippling under my skin,
I am falling,
I am soaring,
I am unsated.
This will never get old.
They will never get old.
We will not…