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A pizza-box eclipse device

Sunflowers and the eclipse

I work on the night shift now and sleep during the day, so there was something especially peculiar about being woken up at two in the afternoon on August 21 by my eclipse-enthralled family, specifically to go outside to watch the sky grow dark.

Sullivan Dreamers wait too

Being in the room for a meeting of the Sullivan County Human Rights Commission was a chance to see up close the deep personal anguish experienced by a young person facing the reality that she might be kicked out of the only country she’s ever really known.

Kids these days

(“Peace and Justice Files” columnist Skip Mendler fled the U.S. on January 19, and is now working with a refugee assistance group near Belgrade, Serbia.)

How many times recently have you heard someone say, or seen a post on social media, something like this?


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What’s in your water?

The thought that water equals life has become a rallying cry for environmentalists and others who think we should pay more attention to the liquid that fills our lakes, rivers and oceans—an especially poignant thought in an area like the Upper Delaware that is in a sense defined by the body of water that threads through it.

Returning for the first time

Returning for the first time

I’m delighted to be back at The River Reporter. After 11 years of criss-crossing the country in the process of becoming ordained as a Unitarian Universalist minister, I have returned to serve as publisher of The River Reporter and CEO of its parent company, Stuart Communications, Inc.

Adapt and survive

Growing up on the Gulf Coast, I got an early introduction to the force and unpredictability of hurricanes, starting with Carla, which hit Houston when I was a tyke. I remember vividly our crotchety neighbor telling me the roof was sure to blow off our house.


TRR photo by Cass Collins

Beau

Beau

I called him Beau because he was beautiful. When I first saw him, he was little more than a football-sized shape that became more defined as I got closer. A hawk’s beak, a wing half-extended. I stopped the car and walked back to him. He watched me but didn’t budge. I spoke calmly to him. His head swiveled to keep me in sight.

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