From Ancient Talisman to Modern Resistance I didn’t learn soapmaking from any woman in my family. No grandmother showed me how to coax lye into behaving or judge the precise moment when oils surrender their separateness and become something new. Yet the first time I stirred warm olive oil under winter candlelight, I felt a strange familiarity—as if stepping into a gesture older than my body, older than memory. There is a kitchen I have never lived in, but it lives in me. White plaster walls,...

Field Notes from the Anthropocene, Vol. I The first essay in a five-year series tracing plant kinship, ecological crisis, and the futures...

From 90 million acres to 1%: A daughter's witness This essay traces the ecological and personal history of the longleaf pine ecosystem of...