A year ago today, I planted hope for the first time. A hope rock, more specifically. Last year, I was in Dublin, Ireland from March 10-16. During that time, the…
The sun pressed through the winter-barren forest and warmed my face. A good start to the day. I followed a well-worn path up and then down through Scott’s Run Nature…
I’m debating whether or not to buy a mask. I mean a very specific mask. The first masks I bought had flowers on them. Not the pattern I usually—or really…
Synonyms are interesting. Don’t worry, this isn’t a grammar lesson. What I mean is, it can be fascinating—and a whole bunch of other expressions—to see people’s interpretations of certain words…
I’m grateful 2020 is almost done. My guess is you are too. I know things won’t magically get better once 2021 kicks in, but January 20 will be a major…
A philosopher once asked, “Why are we should-ing all over ourselves?” Okay, maybe not so much a philosopher as Carrie Bradshaw on Sex & the City. But stick with me—even…
In 1934, after learning that thousands of hawks were being killed as they migrated south through eastern Pennsylvania, bird lover, conservationist, feminist, and New York socialite Rosalie Edge borrowed money…
Ordinary people with extraordinary vision can redeem the soul of America by getting in what I call good trouble, necessary trouble. Voting and participating in the democratic process are key.…
Time has warped. March felt like a year. April felt like five years. May picked up speed, and I’m not sure how it’s now August. And still the days blur.…
