Every third week I write about my relationship to wilderness on this blog. It’s a complicated love affair. Sometimes, most times, I struggle to express that relationship. I find that nature always tells it best – a late October aspen whispering the last of its secrets, a cacophony of coyotes yipping and howling on a …
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A New Natural History
Here in New York City I'm looking harder than I've had to in other places and contexts for wildness, for ideas and conversation about biophilia and inter-being. Often I land at the Mid-Manhattan Library, where a bit of mindful browsing usually drops me into the right books, or vice versa. (I have always believed that books, wild and …
Top of the World: The Gallatin Crest
Strenuousness is the immortal path, sloth is the way of death. H.W. Tilman THIS year. THIS month. THIS week….. YES!! …
Hunting and the Wilderness Ethic
This is an excerpt from a story I wrote last autumn. As you read this I will be on my second antelope hunt. There has never been a deer emerging cautiously from the forest at last light that I did not love, nor a bull elk bugling in the night that I did not find …
Sagebrush Sorrow
Today my husband and I lost out on a bid for a rental apartment in upper Manhattan. Here, housing is expensive, competition is fierce, and the application process is circular, Byzantine, Kafkaesque. (No offense to Kafka or the Byzantines.) I spent the day on the run: ordering checks, printing documents, making conference calls with brokers …
Writing the Wild 