So when I published an essay during the summer of Barbenheimer that braided my nuclear obsession with my past grief, questioning why my first husband, J, had died of leukemia at the age of thirty-five ...

An interesting thing about your book is how you blend your role as a scientist with your role as a policymaker. You write about it not in a dry, college textbook-y way, but as a person, and as a ...

Birds began populating my own dreams. A great blue heron glided across the sky of my mind, slow and prehistoric, carrying the world on her back. A million sandhill cranes unspooled from the horizon, ...