“The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.” Writing advice from America’s poet, Walt Whitman, whose 195th birthday is today.
Author: Kim Steutermann Rogers
Kim Steutermann Rogers lives with her husband and dog on the island of Kauai. She's a longtime freelance science journalist and author covering Hawaii's natural history and, periodically, Mark Twain. In between assignments, she writes fiction and nonfiction. She maintains a website at http://www.kimsrogers.com. You can find her on social media @kimsrogers.
There Will Never Again Be A Day Like This: Kayak in the Rain.
This is a little story about life on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Or making the most of a situation. Or patience. Or the wisdom of a beach bum. Or the science of the orographic effect. Or whatever else you want to draw from it. Grey skies had hovered over our…
Does It Take the Patience of an Albatross to Travel These Days?
Do you have the patience of a Laysan albatross? Can you sit in one spot for two weeks? That’s not even a long stint for Laysan albatross parent incubating an egg. Can you go days between meals? That’s what a Laysan albatross chick has to do while awaiting the return of a full-bellied parent. On…
Extinction: Does It Matter?
Yesterday, I thought I was dragging my brother out for a hike, but it was really Kirk who dragged me all over the hills and through the woods of Klondike Park in Missouri where I am visiting family. There are two things to know about the hike: One, my grandfather used to work at Klondike…
Writers Are Nothing More Than Word-Building Termites.
I’m sitting in a restaurant at LAX. My flight out of Lihue last night was delayed an hour due to stormy weather in Dallas. Now, those storms have moved north, resulting in the cancellation of my flight to St. Louis. Much to the consternation of my dad who reports clear skies and no extreme weather…
Are You A Mother of Nature?
The Laysan albatross chick spends 65 days going from a swampy mess of gelatinous goo to a scrawny, downy fluffball that we recognize as a bird. But, even so, after that miracle of life, as you might call it, just when it’s ready to emerge into this air-breathing world, the chick has one more hurdle…
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