Where Words Make Sense
Every day I rise 15 minutes earlier with the earlier sun. Today that was around 4:30 a.m. It’s not the light, but a different pull. When I draw the curtains, the sun is not even a knife blade yet,...
View ArticleThe Invention of Nature
Nature didn’t always exist. Unlike most manufactured products, though, it wasn’t stamped out of a plastic mould in a factory in China, or even poured into a mould in an old factory in Manchester back...
View ArticleThe Resistance in Prague
In communist Prague, resistance meant to plant an apricot tree, like the yellow one in the foreground below. The resistance was a denial of borders, prisons and proletarian culture. Here’s how to...
View ArticleThe Human Book
Like all men and women, I am the creation of the intersection of a child with an environment. My environment was an industrial farm in the grassland mountains of the west. At the age of two, I played...
View ArticleFor the Love of Birds
My mother, who died a week ago on Sunday, did not like starlings. This was not because she did not like birds. She loved those. As a girl in the 1930s, she fed goats by bottle, scattered grain for...
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