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Michael Simms: Mac

One of my first mentors was Mac McInerny, an old farmer who hired me when I was 16 to work in his greenhouse and to do handyman repairs for his friends. We drove around town in his beat-up pickup truck delivering gravel and lumber, fixing roofs and planting trees.

November 27, 2021 · 11 Comments

Tom Engelhardt: Welcome to the Martians!

Our World Is Increasingly Like a Science-Fiction Novel.

November 24, 2021 · 2 Comments

Paul Christensen: Apocalypse Soon

We are outnumbered by countless other creatures, dwarfed by the complex imperial government of birds, by the subterranean empires of worms and grubs albino larva, moles, gophers, beetles with vast pincer jaws, by nomadic tribes of aphids and cutworms, by thread-like parasites that feast on my annabels in mid-summer, and of course, by the king of blood bandits, the Aedes aegypti mosquito that spawns in our lowland catchments and marshland.

November 21, 2021 · 2 Comments

Patricia A. Nugent: One Nation, Under Rage, Divisible

Anger can cause us to neglect gratitude, kindness, and integrity. As we mature as individuals and a nation, it’s our responsibility to redirect anger in ways that lift us and others up, to channel the energy into a higher vibration. To channel the passion of rage into love.

November 20, 2021 · 5 Comments

Christiana Spens: In the cinema, my father’s unspeakable childhood finally surfaced

Catharsis was a communal experience: although an individual might seek treatment on their own, their healing would require some form of safe social interaction,

November 14, 2021 · 1 Comment

Video: Grace & Dignity

This video is about faces and bodies and how we move them, which is far, far more important than we realize. This crazy journey begins with Audrey Hepburn, runs through German and Chinese philosophy, and, by various and sundry routes, arrives back at each and every one of us.

November 14, 2021 · 2 Comments

Baron Wormser: Notes from the Time of the Leader

Like more than one overbearing, mediocre man, the Leader fancies himself a great personage, the stuff of pages in history books, although he can’t be bothered with reading books since he already knows everything. A simple man, he believes that the world has never seen the likes of him.

November 13, 2021 · 3 Comments

Nyeleti Brauer-Maxaiea: Immigrants Like Me Experience Two Ends of the Climate Crisis

My experience as part of the African diaspora in the U.K. reminds me that we must fight for environmental justice at all levels.

November 9, 2021 · 2 Comments

Mark Twain: Two Ways of Seeing the River

Now when I had mastered the language of this water and had come to know every trifling feature that bordered the great river as familiarly as I knew the letters of the alphabet, I had made a valuable acquisition. But I had lost something, too.

November 7, 2021 · 2 Comments

Derrick Z. Jackson: The People of the People’s Trail

I am the very accidental Black nature lover.

November 7, 2021 · 13 Comments

Paul Christensen: What Isolation Teaches Us

The magpies have all packed up and left with the last straggling tourists. I don’t hear their falsetto cries anymore, and I miss them. I love to see two such … Continue reading

October 31, 2021 · 5 Comments

Paul Christensen: A Cup of Light

Soon enough the stars will appear like little nicks of light gouged into the darkness. Voices emerge from the ambiguity of evening as the kids return from school, grumpy and starving, and reach for a cup of hot chocolate and the first sugary taste of cake in their eager mouths.

October 24, 2021 · 7 Comments

Sharon Fagan McDermott: Three Ways of Looking at Beauty

When the hypnotherapist brought me out of my trance, I wondered about this deer, about my new vision of beauty—why had it changed? Something fundamental in me had shifted and reconstructed itself.

October 17, 2021 · 18 Comments

M.C. Benner Dixon: Whatever is Lovely

I remember being a teenager, leaning across my dresser towards its large mirror and studying my face, wondering if I was beautiful or not. It was an indecent hope, and I faithfully dashed it whenever I could.

October 17, 2021 · 7 Comments

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