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“ Green’s prose is tender and keenly observant . . . . A fascinating and frequently moving novel of family and geology.”
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No Words
There are no words, except for those in my second novel (working title Chances) which have been flowing steadily since late January. Because, I think, creativity can be an act of self-preservation. Because creativity can be an act of resistance. Because creativity,...
What Inspires Me to Write
“Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” James Baldwin There are times when writing flows and times when it ebbs. For me, for months now, it has been ebbing. But with the dawn of this new year, a year in which it...
Shop Local!
The Jeff Bezoses of the world don’t really need more of your dollars, but every cent spent at a small, local business matters to your neighbors, your community, and your state. Shopping local supports the families of the folks who work at these shops—the shops that...
Not for Sale
My values are not for sale. Integrity. Competence. Excellence. Kindness. The scientific process. Considering facts in decision-making. Not calling names (My mom taught me that before kindergarten. Didn't yours?). And did I mention integrity? My values are not for...
Back to the trails
In the aftermath, I choose to put one foot in front of the other, to focus on the beauty and serenity of the natural world. I am privileged to live in a place filled with it, and also to travel to places that are truly spectacular, like the Grand Canyon. In my last...
The Songs (and Dances) of Beautiful, Badass Backpackers
A reverie on four fantastic days in the Grand Canyon Day 1 Intake of breath as each bend in the trail reveals stunning view after stunning view. The rattle of ravens soaring above, and swooping below, the sheer cliffs of Coconino (sandstone). The twisting butt drop,...
Where the Wind Blows
Where the wind blows—something I think about a lot as a sailor. And something to be heeded during fire season here in the west. Where the wind blows, and how very hard, is fearsome this treacherous hurricane season. The wind can be violent, or...
Body as Landscape/Body as Art
Deb: For decades, maybe most of my life (since my father, an Earth Science teacher, started telling me about geomorphology when I was a kid), I’ve been an ardent student of landscapes. Part of that, as a professional geologist, was developing studies to characterize...
Paws-ed
In my last post, I chose to reframe “stuck” to “paused” and that was a helpful shift. But I have been paws-ed in another way since April, when I met a tiny puppy the day after she opened her eyes. The grandniece of our beloved Capi, this tiny Coton de Tulear puppy...
Paused
I had started a piece titled Stuck, but have decided to shift that sentiment. And so, I’ll say I’m Paused. Given the privileges I enjoy in life, I can hardly call myself stuck. That doesn’t mean that hurdles don’t appear in the path I’d like to travel. Some of those...
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