A forum for intentional words by women on wildness, wilderness and outdoor adventure.
I was a wild child. My "coming up" was rich with imaginative outdoor play, and through a mix of scouting, camps, family influences, backyard mischief, and time at grandpa's farm, I came into young adulthood with a healthy starter-dose of ecological literacy―and one helluva love affair with the natural world. A quarter-century later, the burning …
"Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread. A civilization which destroys what little remains of the wild, the spare, the original, is cutting itself off from its origins and betraying the principle of civilization itself." …
Where does your wildness come from? After many wild roamings, a writer finds hope and wildness on backyard trails in her suburban hometown.
The alligator’s scaled back barely breaches the surface of a still backwater pond in J.N. "Ding" Darling National Wildlife Refuge (NWR). Wary of my presence, this ancient reptile slips beneath the surface and melts into the pond’s murky depths. The long-legged wading birds foraging nearby raise their heads and consider their options. Most of them …
Five years ago my parents moved to northwestern Connecticut where they found their new neighbors to be a bit wilder than their last. There are the two black bears who come around every autumn to strip the shrubs of their berries, the swallows that nest in the eves of their barn each spring, and the …
Writing the Wild 