Lay of the Land

The Pill Bugs of Federal Plaza
EVERY MORNING , my young daughter and I walk from our apartment just above ground zero in Lower Manhattan to her school in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge. We cut Continue reading
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EVERY MORNING , my young daughter and I walk from our apartment just above ground zero in Lower Manhattan to her school in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge. We cut Continue reading
MY FATHER has collected the most substantial body of fish-based Index of Biotic Integrity data for a watershed of its size anywhere in the world. This is an accomplishment he can Continue reading
British Columbia is burning, like so much of the West — and like so much of the West, Seattle is smoky, streets dim and Victorian, mountains hazy, particulate levels exceedingly high. Continue reading
AS I SWERVE OFF the exit toward the Grand Canyon corridor on AZ-64, I talk with my wife, who has called me from home, on the hands-free. We debate which would Continue reading
“Forceps,” I called, and Therese placed the metal tool in my outstretched hand. I pinched the sharp ends together and lowered it into the narrow opening, keeping my eyes trained on Continue reading