Dear Katie
Dear Katie, I felt the river’s heartbeat for the first time when I was seven years old. I sat in the open cockpit of my first kayak, and...
Clean Air for Our Children
My son: five months old. My daughter: three years. I sleep sitting up on the couch, holding my son in my arms every night because that’s...
Taking the Air
I breathe quite often. In my car, windows rolled down, I suck in air that carries more carbon monoxide than usual. I can almost taste the...
Climate Consciousness and the Self-Immolation of David Buckel
Fossil fuel development on American public lands like these near Sigurd, Utah contributes greatly to climate change (Credit: Ryan Beam)...
Smelter
Round the switchbacks up to Dooly Knob— wobbly buffalo below us. Our quick breath cooling, we straggled up the last jagged rock toward...
Defending the Narrative of Wildness
From my house in eastern Salt Lake County, I’m a ten minute drive then a ten minute walk to the Mount Olympus Wilderness—the big W,...
Words like Clear Water
Underneath a large white tent strung with lights, Cynthia Gómez stepped up to a wooden podium to offer a Land Acknowledgment. We were...