The first photo shows what I imagined the entire Appalachian Trail to look like. Not quite the manicured "Hiking Course" I saw in Japan, but something you might see in a park, at the far margins. [wzslider transition="'slide'"] There are bits of the AT like that but the second photo shows what is more typical
Some say small-town politics are more vicious than the big-city variety because the stakes are so small. They can be vicious, thatís for sure. But the stakes arenít small for people who live here and pay the bills, and my limited involvement in local politics has been a chance to connect with life-long residents who
I drove up Route 7 to Monument Mountain High School on Friday night as the moon rose over East Mountain, milky white and nearly full, luminous in a sky streaked with coral and rose pink from the setting sun. I had forgotten how beautiful that stretch of the Berkshires is in the evening. I hadnít
Two articles this week in the international press, one about India and the other about Japan, brought home to me our essential need for connection and community, and the terrible things that result from the breakdown of sustaining community bonds. “Community” so often sounds esoteric, an intangible “good” that doesn’t mean much in real life.
I have wanted to use this story about the ducks in Boulder creek for years, and doing so in a UK magazine called Resurgence/Ecologist really brought things full circle. I was living in Boulder when I was asked to write the only other thing Iíve ever contributed to Resurgence, ďDonít Call Me A Green Consumer.Ē
I don't know anything about zombies, but I promise that I am not using the word just to increase my blog's search rankings. It's my kids who like zombies, and love forcing me to try things I am sure I will not like Ė gentle revenge for my forcing them to try new foods, new