If we look around us, we can see evidence of environmental degradation. We might see a stand of trees that has been chopped down. We might have friends or relatives who have lost their homes or towns to a wildfire. Perhaps we hear about the extinction of a species we know and love. Now
For many years I waged war in my garden. I dug dandelions out of my lawn, using a tool called Grandpa’s Weeder, and I made huge piles of wilting Sheep’s Sorrel, which slowly dried up in a distant corner by the big pine tree. Every summer my back complained, and every spring the weeds returned
The Hairy Chap I was sitting at the dining room table, working on my computer, when my biggest cat Itchy The Fluffinator sauntered across my keyboard, slapping me in the face with his enormous feathery tail, before hopping down to perch upright on a stool and gaze at me without blinking. I wondered
