Not-walking-anywhere composition “It’s all bullshit.” —my dad, frequently My family is crawling out from a double wallop of strep throat followed by our first ever Covid infection followed by one kid’s possibly allergic reaction to… Read more

Walking composition “If we want to understand the origins of violent domination in human societies, this is precisely where we need to look. Mere acts of violence are passing; acts of violence transformed into caring… Read more

Walking composition “We’re so convinced we’re moving forwards, when all I seem to do is go round and round with the seasons, certainly no wiser, and often only more sure of how much I cannot… Read more

Walking composition “From the standpoint of the theory of justice, the most important natural duty is that to support and further just institutions.” —A Theory of Justice, John Rawls I keep meaning to write about… Read more

“Don’t we have an obligation, a responsibility, to our planetary future and the generations of humans and other species to come?” ―The Good Ancestor: How to Think Long-Term in a Short-Term World, Roman Krznaric When… Read more

Walking composition “Earthers . . . look past that light, past that blue sky. They see the stars and they think, ‘Mine.’” —The Expanse, Season 1, Episode 5 I keep hearing chickadees trilling their “cheeeese-burger”… Read more

A few years ago, late into Barack Obama’s presidential administration, maybe in 2015 or even early 2016, I had a long messaging conversation with an acquaintance about some of the right-wing movements and talking points… Read more

Walking composition “It’s really difficult for me to see a forest, or the ocean, or the sky, or the earth as being something that I’m not a part of. It’s completely beyond my imagination.” —Stan… Read more

Walking composition “Ah, ah beats our lungs and we are racing into the waves.Though there are worlds below us and above us, we are straight ahead.”—from “Ah, Ah,” by Joy Harjo I kept trying to… Read more

Walking composition “We are bad at time too. We cannot remember what lived here before we did; we cannot love what is not. Nor can we imagine what will be different when we are dead.… Read more