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| "Growing up in a dreary New Jersey suburb, I had neither my father's flash nor my mother's dutiful sense of thrift. To me, money, when I thought about it at all, could only mean escape." From "A Fool and her Money" MORE Magazine | | "Daily, I followed the conflict to its flashpoint in the West Bank or Gaza Strip, awaiting the inevitable eruption of nerves that would trigger the first volley of stones and rubber bullets. I watched baby-faced Israeli soldiers dynamite houses, rendering them rubble. I watched an eight-year-old Palestinian proudly pop his new glass eye into the palm of his hand and display it like a trophy." From "A Bridge Across Sand" Best Women's Travel Writing of 2005 | | "Making fire the old-fashioned way using a hand bow is like playing the violin on one knee while arm-wrestling a midget. You sweat. Your body contorts, every muscle resisting this primordial choreography that is supposedly your birthright." From "Learning to Rough It, Naturally" DIVERSION | NEED REPRINTS? Request my current inventory. | | "Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? Judging by the materials people persist in using to build their homes, darn near everyone. Like most people, I live in a house set on a concrete foundation with walls of cinderblock. I go to sleep each night confident that this boxy, uninspired structure will still be standing in the morning. But I dream of quite another sort of home, a place that brings the landscape into my living room and whose walls breathe with me." From "A Grounding Experience" NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC TRAVELER | | "The Earth Summit left a number of loose ends--among them a shortfall of more than $60 Billion dollars needed to implement Agenda 21. Even as the ink dried on the international accords, green momentum hit the wall: everyone signed on, but no one wanted to write the first check." From "What Ever Happened to Agenda 21?" TROIKA | | "The Upano, tributary of the mighty Amazon, steals her crown of turbulence from the Andean Cordillera. A temperamental river, an unforgiving river, she has claimed this tangle of rain forest and canyon for her own, turning back would-be conquerors, toppling bridges, tempting prospectors with her gold, only to drown them in the reflection of their own dreams." From "Rafters in the Mist" The Gift of Rivers | |
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