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Author Archives: Breeann Kyte Kirby
Total Solar Eclipse of the Heart
There are some experiences that are so deeply myself that I don’t want to share them. Not even with myself in a private journal. Some experiences are so in the body that to abstract them into language and symbols just isn’t possible. I almost feel that way about the total eclipse. So many people asked … Continue reading
2.2 Let Them Eat Breast Milk (1)
Almost simultaneously as the skills of aerobes and anaerobes dictating niches and stratification, the second necessary step of successful colonization occurs as the infant begins pumping nutrient energy into the gut ecosystem. We know what we eat matters for both the adult and infant microbiota, and scientists are working hard at figuring out exactly why. … Continue reading
It’s a Season
I tell my friend who feels overwhelmed with her two toddlers. Literal Irish twins both born in the same calendar year, they are a relentless tag-team of unflagging energy. She barely nods before she’s rushing to make sure that the one who just got bopped over his head by the other is okay. I’m not … Continue reading
Shining Possibility
Tomorrow I meet with my first class of students. Twenty-two people who are absolute strangers to me at this moment. There’s so much possibility in the next 16 weeks. This–the night before my first class–is my favorite feeling of the semester. It’s that hopeful sweet spot. I only know the imagined good of my students. … Continue reading
Snow Pack (Blood and Stone part 2)
It’s mid-August and there’s still snow on the Sierra Nevada. So many people I’ve talked to note the presence of patchy iced water with pride as if somehow all of us here in California did that. Made the rivers flood again and the Eastern Sierra fuzz green with our hope through the drought years. And … Continue reading
Manzanar 2017
My first impression is that of expanse. There is so much space, and with the August heat, my body feels pulled apart, stretched across the bristly landscape. Then there is the feeling of being so small, huddled like we are against the eastern Sierra. Nothing, not even clouds, to shelter us from their jagged teeth. … Continue reading
