Once, when my daughter was about six or seven, I took her to the tide flats at low tide, just after dawn. For the longest time, we sat on our haunches with our eyes closed, listening to the beach breathe. It was one…
Here I am at three in the morning, three hours after Earth Day, unable to sleep, unwilling to let the sun come up without having excerpted Rachel Carson.
Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring (1962). In 1958 a friend wrote to her for…