Jennifer Strange

Origin Stories

My mother idolized the pampas grass and my father idolized the peppers that fell when I was born.

Tripp York

Mad-Farming with Fred Bahnson (and the ecological perks of public urination)

I met Fred Bahnson back in grad school. We’d spend our lunches sitting on the steps of Duke Chapel playing chess. We were fairly even-matched. That is, we were both pretty bad at it. Nevertheless, it got us out of the classroom long enough to talk about Duke basketball–which is a lovely thing when you’ve […]