Albanians are not Americans. Their country is smaller, national problems are easier to pinpoint, solutions easier to agree on. When they learned a wetland preserve had been sold to a real estate developer under the table, they achieved solidarity within hours. Continue reading
Life is a food chain. Mess that up and you’re messing up a lot. But deep-sea mining companies say dredging up the cradle of life, the seabed, will have minimal impact. Trump’s on board, issuing expedited deep-sea mining permits, illegally of course. Continue reading
Limits stultify human incentive. The chance to grab more than you need is what inspires the brightest among us, with success measured by limitless growth. So speak our revered advocates of capitalism. There’s just one problem. This poor milk cow we call our world does have limits, and they’ve been reached. What to do? Continue reading
The creatures of the hadal deep do not know they are at the bottom of the ocean and certainly do not know they are at the bottom of the food chain. Innocent of God’s grace, they have also been spared the agony of having to choose between their existential attachments and salvation. God’s masterpiece, bred of Adam and Eve, was not so spared, whence the source of that creature’s anguish. Continue reading
A neighborhood stroll turns into a laborious attempt to help a homeless woman find shelter. And my efforts yielded real knowledge: She wasn’t homeless, and I wasn’t really helping. Continue reading
Red squirrel came running down the tree. It did not look at Chris or me. Its coat glowed where it met the air, And on it ran to business fare . . . Continue reading
Many people consider the king of the Jungle to be the Lion and he may be, but in the forests around Munich – Ebersberger Forest, Perlacher Forest, Forstenrieder Park – it is the Wildschwein who reigns. In addition to being strong and fierce, I learned one hot summer afternoon that he is also a considerate host. Continue reading
Bright mote, tufted spark, twig dignitary, six-grape lightweight stalker of insects, inconsequential whorl of feathers, how you leaven the world! Such a no-account as you, when do you give up? Continue reading
Slums don’t just happen. They are engineered by masterminds like Mr. Fab. I know. It’s happening here. Continue reading
What simple history the turtle of Chesapeake Bay makes: nothing happened for millions of years until the predator entered the scene in the early 17th century. It’s been a rough ride for the turtle ever since. Continue reading