When BigAg finally collapses under the weight of its own wildly mis-proportioned girth, and the dust settles, the tragedy will read as the blip of a footnote in the history of humankind.
We can’t relieve what we don’t understand. Understanding violence means recognizing our own intimate experiences with the situations and emotions that give rise to it in our own lives, every day.
I realize you’re all probably like “What’s a powdery compound? What’s patriotism? What are words and concepts?” Totally valid questions, seeing as how you are of an entirely different species than me.
Before I started teaching elementary school, I was under the impression that eternity was a really long time. Then at the end of one school day, I walked my class outside to meet their parents, who would escort them away one by one in their sport utility vehicles that idled in a stately procession wrapping […]
It’s morning at the farm and the spring air is airish. Precipitation is so fine that it seems to hang there, not falling, just wet. Last night’s rain left shallow puddles that reflect the gray skies above. Task of the morning: move a mountain. In reality it’s a heap, but if you crouch down and […]
I have a confession to make: I don’t celebrate Earth Day. Every spring, the day comes and goes and I’m always too busy planting the season’s crops to pay it much mind. This essay is my humble attempt to honor Earth Days past and future. One of the articles that I regularly present to my […]
Recently I had the pleasure of attending the Slow Food USA conference on school gardens in Charlotte, NC. During one of many memorable dinners, a local farmer named Sammy Koenigsberg delivered a powerful speech in his low monotone cadence that had everyone in the room silent and reflective. Sammy co-owns New Town Farms along with […]