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 It is spring again, and I am slinging my binoculars around my neck to look for warbler “fall outs," when
  In my recent blog about furry little Pitas  and their trouble coping with rising temperatures,  I wondered whether they might develop thinner coats in time to
My old friend Helen Klebesadel created this vision of "Nature Rising" in watercolor. "In this painting," she explains, "the flying crow
There is no question that global warming and habitat degradation have led to the decline of natural abundance, and that
After  Christmas's Baroque extravagance of  gold and red and tinsel and splendid carols and Messiahs are over,  the simplicity of Michigan's deep
Now the dark is upon us. The late afternoons are suddenly devoid of light, plunging our spirits into an ancient human fear that
I often asked myself this question when my soul shuddered down the mute corridors of my academic department, where a heavy silence always
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I have always loved Geoffrey Chaucer's send off to Troilus and Criseyde:  "Go, lytl book, go, litel myn tragedye" (go little
There is a chapter in my (tattered and torn) Winnie the Pooh when it rains and rains and rains until Piglet
I have always loved the fog, especially after bright hot August days in Maine when it rolled in from the Atlantic and the
Water Is...The Meaning of Water by Nina Munteanu. Pixel Press 2016 Are you fascinated by what goes on in the
  Of course there is a battle: this novel I am working on is called The Battle for the Black Fen.
By this time most summers, I expect my living to be easy - keeping up with my correspondence, a blog here and
Now comes that time of year, midsummer approaching, when my sights turn from Niebuhrian incongruities, the capitalism/commons paradox and even
Coming a close second to Gerard Manley Hopkins' spring poem I wrote about last week is e.e. cumming's #65 (he had an anarchistic
I have always loved poetry, and I have always loved spring. Far and away my favorite poem in the world is Gerard
Have you heard about Shinrin - the Japanese practice of forest bathing? I have always known that Japanese people like to saunter
When I was very little, I would wake in the middle of the night convinced that there was a monster under
One white person talking with another seems so insignificant amid the vast historic racism in the United States, but I