Climate

Bridge Back when I was a child evangelist, I used to tell people, friends, in the attempt to save their souls, that all that stood between them and paradise was…

I was inspired by the visuals of polar ice melting, a consequence of climate change that is happening in real time. I intended to capture a sense of abstraction, as…

The Climate Crisis Is Brought to You, In Part, By The Economics Profession, (which alone among disciplines with any pretense to analytic rigor, has steadfastly ignored the Second Law of…

Dénaturé Two weeks before Thanksgiving, my friend Alice and I have lunch. Alice immigrated to Quebec from France when she was eighteen, eventually marrying and settling in the U.S. in…

Why I Write About Climate Change For  a long time, I let my best friend worry it for the both of us. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe in it…

The Children of La Medusa The reef extends all the way around the island’s northern coastline, a flamboyant corset. Boned in fuchsia and scarlet and orange, heaving with living jewels.…

Salvage On the top of Mount Pisgah, on the western slope of the Mayacamas, there’s a madrone tree that’s half-burned from the fires, half-alive from nature’s need to propagate. One…

I always thought the world would end by the time I turned 30. It was a mantra that entered my head when I was in first or second grade, when…

The church of my youth was antique and stern, shot through with light from the great stained-glass windows, its long plaster columns splitting when it reached the vast ceiling into…