by Mike Pyatt The Robin family moved into my wife’s hanging plant about a month ago. It has been both marvelous and humorous up close and personally observing the birthing process of baby birds. Neither of us are ornithologist, if so, we’d call them Turdus migratorius, a migratory songbird. We’ve …
by Mike Pyatt My generation’s prone to be lugubrious when examining our shifting cultural and moral landscape, understanding the consequences of its end, if drastic measures aren’t forthcoming. It isn’t a generational curse, as it may appear. Younger citizens, who’ve assiduously contemplated that the erosion of individual liberty, reach similar …
