As the summer of 2026 wraps up, if you haven’t concluded that the climate crisis is fully upon us, here and now, then you’ve placed yourself firmly into the denialist camp with the crackpots and resource extraction execs. Continue reading
We’re sitting quietly, Cecil and I, our breakfast long since finished. The usual, give or take, leaning more standard fare today, I’d say. Eggs, bacon, the home fries, toast, whole wheat in a vain nod to our health. 
No exotic venturing this morning, bowls and such. No sides of guacamole. Continue reading
We’re sitting, cooped up inside Elsie’s newish apartment, part of a larger assisted-living complex she moved to after parting with the old family home and cottage over the course of the last year or so.
“Not the best time to be unloading real estate, Barnaby,” she told me throughout the process, twisting and difficult at various points, “but absolutely necessary. For my state of mind.” Continue reading