Things to Do in Grand Island, Nebraska
Spoiler alert: Grand Island, Nebraska? Not an island. Apparently used to be, according to the nice young lady at the counter. Or at least there used to be an island […]
Author Archives: david pablo cohn
Oops, I Did it Again
Even not-so-longtime readers will remember that up until about two years ago, I had a thing about writing short stories. I’d set up a Medium.com feed and Patreon account and […]
Among the Wildflowers
Maybe wildflowers are a kind of drug. You see bright colors in flowing patterns, and they make you feel all groovy and relaxed. And when you come back down, you […]
Fish Pond Fish
What’s in a name? Back when Devon and I were courting and found ourselves (long story) in the Kenya’s Samburu Valley, she described a minor revelation that the place had […]
When Life Gives You Snow
[Warning: this whole dang post is basically a PIREP (pilot report) that will probably bore the socks off of anyone who’s not an aviation junkie.] The weather gods and calendar […]
Snowpocalypse, Part II
“It turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse.” -Riley, Buffy the Vampire Slayer I’ve never been in Fairbanks in the spring. Spring is the […]
An Anniversary Of Sorts
I’m not going to write about yesterday. Not going to write about how surprised I was to find myself shedding tears watching Jennifer Lopez sing Woody Guthrie on the Capitol […]
Small Dominions
I have come to realize that knowing a place – having walked it – gives me a small sense of dominion over it. That having wandered the streets of Punta […]
Newton’s First Law
I’m trying to remember the last time I had so much hesitation and anxiety around a trip. Anxiety, yes – like when heading off to Liberia to monitor an election […]
An Evolving Cast of Characters
The last time we had pigs on the farm was…not an optimal experience. It was a learning opportunity. It was a shining counterexample to the dictum that everything is either […]
