I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
Introduction: The Enduring Altar of the Automobile
In the early 1990s, I wrote a searing critique of modern transport policy in which I depicted the...
Women have played pivotal yet often underrecognized roles in shaping environmental philosophy from its inception through contemporary discourse. From Ellen Swallow Richards' pioneering...
How Emerson, Thoreau, Fuller, Whitman, and Alcott Illuminate Contemporary Environmental Philosophy
Introduction
In an era of unprecedented environmental crisis, the philosophical foundations for ecological thinking and...