I am caught up in a new adventure, the kind no one ever bargains for. It began a week ago with a dry and scratchy left eye. Why was it tearing so much? The next morning I awoke to a … Read More…
On Sunday we hosted a Thanksgiving potluck, and before we sat down to eat I offered a grace that I’d been working up courage for twenty years to offer. I thanked the animals and plants who gave their lives and … Read More…
In my June 2 post about restoring our Santa Fe yard with native plants, about ten days had passed since sowing a dozen pounds of grass and wildflower seed, and the first tiny sprouts were beginning to appear. Those first … Read More…
Today is Malala Day, the birthday of Malala Yousafzai, the young woman shot in the head for defying the Taliban and daring to work for girls’ access to education. Tweet with the hashtag #StrongerThan to show support for girls’ education … Read More…
“In springtime you’ll need to do some pruning and pull the weeds,” she wrote. No problem, I thought. It was late winter, and the landowner and I were emailing about my new part-time job as gardener of our third-of-an-acre yard. … Read More…
Sandra Steingraber spoke this week in Santa Fe, and as usual her words were disturbing and rousing at once. I’ve admired Sandra for years—her decades-long work as an Earth-advocate, first researching and writing about the public health dangers of everyday … Read More…
I am not a collapsitarian. Yes, I firmly believe that industrial civilization has pointed its collective GPS straight toward the cliff. But I don’t write about collapse, and I don’t often talk about it. Why not? Because focusing on collapse … Read More…