What Does It Mean to Love a Place?

In early morning fog, all I can see is a skim of silver on the water – no trees, no island, no boats.  I climb down wet rocks to the edge of the bay and haul on the rope.  Pulleys squeak and boats thump on rocks.  In time, the bow of the little rowboat noses through...

Climate Change: Love It or Deny It?

It’s happened again. I’m on book tour with Moral Ground, a call for moral action to avert the worst effects of a warming and degraded planet. The audience is convinced; climate change is real, it is dangerous, it is upon us. They are empowered; nothing is stopping...