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
Apparently I am not alone in feeling deep concern about what’s happening at the EPA under Administrator Scott Pruitt.
The March 2 snowstorm and week-long power outage left my household stressed and disheveled, digging out from two feet of snow and numerous downed trees.
Color delights us in nature, in fashion, food, design, and in its metaphorical and spiritual meanings. But the history of color is also a story of technological discovery, gruesome manufacturing processes (often involving urine, blood and dung), social and religious dictates, industrial espionage and trade wars. From British author Kassia St.
I have a not-so-secret vice: I love interior design, and I have tear sheets going back decades. I am addicted to home improvement shows. I thrill to see those neglected houses brought back to life and made appropriate for the way we live now.
As we were coping with a third weekend of deep freeze, my inner optimist searched for things to be grateful for. First, I am grateful that we’ve had a good share of brilliant sunshine on many of these frigid days, which lifts the mood if not the thermometer.
At this time of year I savor the efforts of my fellow residents to brighten the winter landscape with holiday lighting—the more excessive the better.