Katrina Martich

The pandemic is prompting many conversations about the common good versus individual rights. The tension between these two is ages old....

I recently started hanging laundry outside to dry. My intent was to reduce my home’s energy use and carbon footprint. It’s too soon to...

At the most basic level, we eat for the same reasons we breathe and drink – to survive. But eating is so much more than mere survival. We...

I’m a day late posting to my blog. My June 1st post was going to be about the problems of recycling, and the ecological and theological...

I knew shelter-in-place was getting to me when dumpster diving started to seem interesting. The official engineering term for it is...

Tyson Foods recently warned, “the food supply chain is breaking.” I agree, but probably not for the same reasons. Anyone who has read...

I live in a state where the lieutenant governor suggested grandparents should be willing to expose themselves to, and if necessary, die...

Horses have taught me a lot over the years. Most of the lessons came when things weren’t going well. The training rides where everything...

Gene Stratton-Porter was an amazing woman. I recently read about her in a Smithsonian magazine article. She lived in northeast Indiana...

“Good fences make good neighbors.” This famous line from Robert Frost’s poem, “Mending Wall,” is often quoted as a reason for...

The City of Pecos, TX is an intriguing place. It started as a typical western railroad station in 1883. Due to the availability of...

The polarized nature of our society today seems to make every choice a test. Are you for or against…? Do you support or not support…? Do...

As I celebrated the arrival of the new year on December 31st, five men went from sleeping, to swimming, to dying in the Gulf of Alaska....

I’m not a big fan of New Year’s resolutions. One reason is their all or nothing nature. They seem to be a set-up for failure. Being...

The holiday season is now in its full flurry of excess, and I can no longer avoid the unease it brings me. I often hear talk about the...

It’s summer as I write this post, which means I’m in the middle of lawn-mowing season. I remember begging my dad to let me mow the lawn...

This blog was born in my struggle to find a place where I fit into the existing dialogue on environmental issues. I hear passionate, and...