The Science Boy’s Club

Reflections on Being a Hispanic Female, Conservationist, and Diversity and Inclusion

I came late to the party-- finished my first masters at 35 and the second now at 40. To be honest I knew I was a conservationist and a scientist at seven.  I spent that summer at camp and then went to the Grand Canyon late August. The female park ranger stood on the edge talking about its grandeur and I hugged her leg.  

Straight Thoughts on Mayor Pete

Alright friends here is some "straight talk" (as we call it in the Caribbean). I know that my unabashed support of my homosexual friends and community (such as #mayorpete) makes you uncomfortable and like you need to pray for me. I love that you love me and that you are concerned for me. We in the #evangelical community lived a lot of hard and joyful years together and I will never ever forget the amazing bond we had. But, to be honest, I got tired of judging people…

Late Bloomer (Turning 39)

I saw two California poppies in my front yard rising through the weeds. Their golden sheen stole my am routine; then at some point I remembered to head to class. The day droned on until I arrived back home.

Winter is a new day.


It’s a new winter; it’s a new day.  Both the beauty and the sorrow of the universe is found in the ebb and flow of seasons, cycles, and time.  The seasons change and we lose and we gain. 



An Alternative to the Tragedy of the Commons (Hardin, 1968)

Garrett Hardin’s seminal work “The Tragedy of the Commons” (1968) concluded that overpopulation of our finite planet was imminent and that our natural freedom to reproduce should be reconsidered.  Hardin’s premise was that maintaining the highest good for the maximum number of people is impossible,

All the light has gone out


Dear evangelical,

Where do you go "when all the light has gone out?" Today, I can't stop repeating Teddy Roosevelt's words from his personal journal in 1884..."all the light has gone out". He had lost his mother and his wife on the same day in the same house. The pain and the loss was unbearable and he no longer had words. He retreated to the wilderness--

To be a teacher


Dear evangelical,

Every September with the start of school there is a reunion of old friends and new. This year is a little different...and I am surrounded by new friends. As I reflect in this rainstorm, I can't help be thankful for the old ones, too. When I decided to become a teacher, I never thought that meant indoctrinating people.

Not Meant for Death


Dear evangelical,

It has been a week of goodbyes, of sorrow, and of death.  I look out the window as I drive and accidentally veer of the road as my mind wanders away.  We let go of our dear friend Captain Bob this week.  After a 3 year battle with dementia his body simply did not want to wake any longer, and we gave him permission to sleep and rest, because we felt that it was the "right" and "just" thing to do.  Yet, this part of me aches and longs to save him, to bring him back, to resurrect him.