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"We may not have wings or leaves" like our fellow created beings, writes Botanist Robin Wall Kimmerer in Braided Sweetgrass,
I have long been a foe of either/or thinking, a logic that takes binaries as inevitably oppositional, with no compromise
I wrote this article earlier this month just before the Anniversary of the Tulsa Massacre was widely publicized:   Meritocracy:
When I came to Birmingham for the first time in 1958, I thought the local newpaper was named The Birmingham
We all got up to weird pursuits during the pandemic, so I don't think my sudden obsession with set forms
Dear Blog Subscribers, After the riots on January 6, intended to stop our process of confirming Joe Biden's election and
Dear Blog Subscribers, This is my blog version of an article that was published in Impakter.com this morning: : https://impakter.com/trump-republican-party-attack-capitol/ My
Riddle me this: What is only a few millimeters long with a transparent body like a gossamer willow leaf, is
In the spring, I still had a sense of humor.  I could write comic pieces about how my mask frightened
Dear Blog Subscribers, Back in February 2019 (in what seems now another century!) I posted a blog on Making Political
If ever there was a time for figuring out what our philosophy of life is, it is now, when our
In a time when species are declining, oceans are rising, and our whole planet is threatened by global warming, authors
Do you ever find yourself longing For the beginning of the world- That unimaginable openness When the earth awoke -
The way I keep my sanity during this pandemic lock-down is STRUCTURE, by which I mean doing the same things
I haven't worn a bra in two months. On my daily walks, I wear a mask.   But nobody else wears
So, yesterday I decided that I needed to get my mind off the pandemic, which seems to have crept into
 One night last week, self-isolation blues were getting to me, so I went to look at the stars. There was
We are all locked up in our houses now – well, not exactly locked up, though it feels like it
There is a silence to winter that is a being in and of itself. If you still the chatter in
When I sat down to read the cartoon issue of the New Yorker with my nice, hot cup of strong