July 29, 2020

“The Red Line Train to downtown Salt Lake will board in five minutes.”


My hands shake as I keep them folded in my lap. I balance a rented electric scooter with my feet precariously while waiting anxiously for the Trax to come. The station is empty. There aren’t even any cars driving by. Besides my labored breathing through my ‘Ie Lavalava wrapped tightly around the lower half of my face, the air is still and quiet. Recognizing...

June 25, 2020

Now that I am gone, living in New York City feels like a fever dream. I made my decision to leave Arizona with a coin toss, when my previous school shuttered its art program as I was deciding who I wanted to be.

Once I was there, I struggled to find my place and voice in an art institution in which it seemed no one shared my formative experiences – how it felt to breathe in the expansive air after a summer monsoon or the scent...

May 28, 2020

I remember a family trip to Zion National Park, when I found myself repeatedly losing my footing, and then floating, unmoored in the river of the Narrows. I had to be pulled back onto my feet because of the buoyancy of the arctic explorer-type suits which hiking groups wear to travel through the Narrows. Though we experienced some beautiful views of the canyon from hard-to-access spots, from then on I preferred hiking on dry l...

April 30, 2020

I do not want to write about climate change right now – though I devote my life to understanding and fighting it. I am in arm’s reach of another crisis. Family members have been or are sick, many friends have lost their jobs, and the entire world is changing at breakneck speed, while I am relegated to a few square feet of apartment.

Many are facing worse and have minimal help, guidance, or leadership. People are in pain and fea...

February 26, 2020

I was born a city girl. Far more comfortable in road rage induced by bumper to bumper traffic than with a polite wave while passing on a hiking trail, I never gave much thought to the blessing of my birth in the Southwestern landscape. As a child, I wasn’t just oblivious, I was also undoubtedly fussy. At the announcement of a family road trip to Zion National Park, a five-hour-long drive from my hometown in northern Utah, I ro...

November 28, 2019

I have a friend who likes birding. When he talks about birds he gets misty-eyed, and when he sees them in the wild he can’t help but say everything he knows about them. For a long time I considered this characteristic to be one of the few trials of spending time with my friend, and it was a trial easily dispensed with: I had only to keep him inside, watching movies or whatever it took to prevent him from seeing any birds. By s...

October 29, 2019

What if I told you that you can speak to animals? Even better, what if they can speak to you as well? You might think I’m talking about a fantasy where animals somehow adopt the ability to speak English. However, this is real. I promise.

Anyone who has learned or tried to learn another language knows that words rarely translate directly. Instead, words contain different associations, emotions, and cultural values, even if they’...

September 26, 2019

 “We seem to understand the value of oil, timber, minerals and housing, but not the value of unspoiled beauty, wildlife, solitude, and spiritual renewal.” – Calvin & Hobbs

How do you convince someone of the value of something they haven’t seen? How do you instill the value of something they’ve never experienced? How do you reach someone who shelters themselves from the unknown?

I’m trying to answer these questions. I know that I...

August 28, 2019

This has been a summer of contrasts. My early mornings are spent along the flooded riparian zone surrounding the middle Rio Grande surveying for two endangered bird species, and my afternoons within the dry desert town of Socorro. During the hours spent working along the river and its surrounding marshes, it’s hard for me to remember that I am in the desert. I find myself in the midst of tall cottonwoods and tangled coyote wil...

July 25, 2019

Solitude. Who gets to bask in its quiet, remote depths? Who feels safe, alone and secure, in the likely possibilities that you will make contact with another human?

I don’t.

One of my greatest wants in life is time with myself in a place where I can go at it alone. I crave embarking on a trailhead in the direction of a place which has been spared the physical constructs of modern “western” society.

But I’m female....

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