The small but noisy cohort of climate reactionaries responding to the Green New Deal has reached new heights of apocalyptic fear-mongering.
As I await our next snowfall along the Delaware, that poetic invocation of inevitable change drifts through my mind. I am thinking of another great American river 2,000 miles away, where life and snow are intertwined.
It’s official: I have now lived in Sullivan County longer than I have lived anywhere else. Celebrating this happy milestone, I remember how forlorn but full of promise our derelict little house looked in 1997.
Remember the marshmallow test?
Working through my anger and sadness about the obscene attack at the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh, I couldn’t help being struck and even comforted by the constant invocation of the temple’s potently life-affirming name.
The Kavanaugh controversy has unleashed a tsunami of memories—the tearful revelations of a college friend, the baby-faced preppie neighbor who beat his girlfriend, the employer who used unwanted sexual attention to silence his female colleagues—stories of physical and emotional violence expressed by voices choked with fear and humiliation, robbe
There’s been no shortage of irony and hypocrisy in the environmental policy news of late.
The news has focused on the deadly heat-waves across Europe, Asia and North America this summer, and the catastrophic heat, as well as drought-fueled wildfires in California.
Some time ago I took to heart some words of Buckminster Fuller: “You never change things by fighting the existing reality.
Some famous words come to mind as I follow ongoing research and policy relating to climate change: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring