I can say with almost forty percent certainty, it’s going to rain today, or a twenty percent chance of snow, or it’s going to snow six-tenths of an inch, or six inches, or the sky will be clear and blue. Predictions more accurate than my own weather—partly cloudy with a chance of horror, gusts of smiles, up to forty per minute, thunderous laughter for the next two hours. That is, until they shut down the NOAA radios, and then the world that guides my daily out-the-door, stolen. Even then, I’d listen to the radio, hoping to hear something true, but now, one hundred percent chance of worry.

science underrated 
even the forecast 
fake news 

Bio: Carla Schwartz