If you don’t get the title that is okay. Now that The Good Place is coming to the end you can catch up and binge…
Posted: January 14, 2020
Categories: Philosophy
Posted: December 24, 2019
Categories: Memories
I just completed my first quarter of a Post-Bacc mathematics degree. I am fortunate that most of my classes from more than a decade ago…
Posted: November 12, 2019
Categories: Hardy
Today, I want to talk about struggling with mathematics. I think the best way to do this is by reacting to something G.H. Hardy said….
Posted: October 17, 2019
Categories: Memories
It is fair to say that I am a little obsessed with Alice in Wonderland. This classic of children’s literature is my favorite of the…
Posted: September 19, 2019
Categories: Gifts
I had the pleasure of visiting Bletchley Park this year. The home of the WWII code breakers. I got to see the work and legacy…
Posted: June 8, 2019
Categories: Fun
One of my favorite blogs to read is Life Though a Mathematician’s Eyes. I was fortunate when the author decided to do a collab with…
Posted: May 30, 2019
Categories: Memories
Mathematical myths are common and when we don’t refute them they become more prevalent. There are people traumatized by mathematics and I am one of…
Posted: April 18, 2019
Categories: Memories
Today I want to focus on my recent trips to London. They represent some of the most significant moments of my life. I am grateful that I’ve had the means to visit other countries.
For the past few years, I’ve been working on research around writing a biography of G.H. Hardy. Hardy is a far cry from the socially awkward and shy man he appears as in anecdotes. When I look at his actions, his writing, his friendships… I can only think of him warmly.
Posted: March 29, 2019
Categories: Science Communication
Enthusiastic Scientists are embracing community building. I feel this as someone searching for their place. My love of mathematics come from a place full of…
Posted: February 14, 2019
Categories: Mental Health
I was sitting on my twin bed tucked away in the living room of my mother’s apartment. In my early thirties, I had a fight…