IMMERSE YOURSELF IN STORYTELLING and CURIOSITY THROUGH COLLECTIVE NOUNS

Wrangling My Rendezvous with Rattlesnakes and Collective Nouns Some episodes don’t slither out all at once. They coil, they wait. They...

“A Kettle of Hawks” is already kinetic — language refusing to sit still — so I painted an un-still life. Instead of peaches in a bowl, I staged raptors on a battered kettle, pre-flap, pre-flight, pre-screech of the simmering teakettle near where steam ought to rise.

Cue the trumpet fanfare. Unfurl the metaphorical banners. Light the candles (but, you know, not near the mic). Because it’s finally here—...

It started with a murder. My podcast started with a murder of crows, to be exact. Those winged mastermind avian criminals!