Love Earth Now: Not-Fit-For-Print Edition

Stumbling along the fine line between Earth-loving intentions and eco-madness. . . 



Posted by on November 22, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

Let me get this straight.

We have president-elect who thinks climate change is a non-existent hoax?

A ardent climate-change skeptic to oversee the EPA transition?

I can’t even.

I now have a burning desire to go out and turn that overloaded, stinking compost bin. More than willing to sacrifice more fingernails.

And I’m betting that recent cursing record will not stand.

Moth Mania

Posted by on October 27, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

I spy a pantry moth staring at me from the ceiling of the cereal cabinet, and I erupt. “This can’t be happening! I did EVERYTHING! By the book!” I pound the counter until I catch the worried look on my husband’s face.

I lost four (or maybe ten) days last week, after my daughter insisted that something be done about the pantry moth invasion that I’d been ignoring. I rolled up my sleeves and emptied every cabinet containing food (or signs of moth activity). I tossed all the infested foodstuffs, marching them all the way out to the outdoor bin, far from the house—fiercely resisting the urge to compost any of it. All questionable foods went into the freezer for at least the recommended three days (most are still there). I scrubbed every nook and cranny (with earth-friendly cleaners!). I removed every shelf and washed all six sides, then stacked them neatly in the clean room for the duration of the blitz. I even ferreted out that single, infested pistachio nut which had fallen into the drawer stuffed full of bags.

I put moth traps into the empty cabinets and in a defensive line surrounding the few remaining jars and cans sitting in the clean room. I waited a couple of days, checking the traps every few hours. I sprayed moth-repelling essential oils like some haunted house fog machine. After three days without a single moth sighting, I re-inspected the foodstuffs before putting them back into the cabinets.

How can there be a pantry moth anywhere in this kitchen???

There’s a message here for me, and I am determined to get it so this nightmare can end. I consider all possibilities, no notion too crazy to entertain (as usual).

This bug is mocking me and my beliefs that we can peaceably co-exist. Nature is ‘kill-or-be-killed,’ and I need to stop romanticizing it.

Or maybe bug is here to teach me about resilience, finding ways to survive when the environment changes. Pay attention and learn to adapt to eco-upheavals.

Or maybe it’s just a moth, and I’m reading waaaay too much into this.


I never can fucking tell.


Crusty Quandary

Posted by on October 17, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

Bread CrustsI cut the crusts from my daughter’s sandwich, basking in the glow of attentive motherhood, as well as the the self-righteous satisfaction of being a composter. The nutrition in the crusts of this organic, 100% whole-grain bread baked by artisans paid a living wage, shall not be wasted. These crusts will feed the critters in my compost bin who shall convert it into nutrition for my kitchen garden which, in turn, shall become organic vegetable nutrition for my children—if I could ever get them to eat any.

But then I remember that the compost bin is so full that I can barely turn it. My most recent effort resulted in several broken fingernails and a cursing streak of which I am not proud. I can’t empty it yet because that disgusting (oops, I mean, glorious) smelly glop in there isn’t yet done ‘cooking.’ I can’t add the crusts to that big bag of “ready-to-compost!” scraps that I so helpfully left by the compost bin last week either. The neighborhood foragers ripped into it last night, spreading food scraps across the lawn, like so much frat party puke that I’m sure the neighbors wonder (again) just what the hell goes on over here.

I’d love to toss the bread crusts out the kitchen door as a treat for the birds except this agreeable activity, so much a part of my fondest childhood memories, has been deemed yet another eco-travesty. Birds should be dining on nuts and seeds, full of protein, not dry bread that can swell up inside the avian gut, sometimes killing them. And a bloated, dead bird on my drought-tolerant, organically-nutrified yard would totally kill my self-righteous glow.

I don’t want to eat the crusts because I don’t need the carbs, and I would rather wear a scarlet P (for polluter) than send precious nutrition off to a landfill where they will not compost in anyone’s lifetime. Leaving them out on the counter until I figure something out will only spark another lecture from my daughter about the TOTAL DISGUST of leaving moldy food out in the family kitchen.

I stomp outside, grab my shovel and I dig a hole  in the yard deep enough to bury a body and throw in the fucking crusts. If the birds dig ’em up out of this pit, well, then it’s on them. I replace the soil while whispering apologies to any earthworms who might have been harmed in this exercise. I brush the dirt from my hands, wave to the agape dog walkers across the street, and then I go to my yoga class.

It’s Here Again…

Posted by on October 11, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

I see it splayed out there on the sidewalk like the entrails of the critter the cat has brought home for adoration. The new phone book is here. Countless beloved trees killed to make this piece of crap that I do not want and will not use, laid out here like it’s some kind of prize. Great choice, humanity: chew up the lungs of this planet so that we can keep making these dinosaurs that are out of date by the time they are printed. Hasn’t anybody heard of the Internet?

I creep up on it like the cat approaching its prey. When it fails to move, I pounce, giving it a resounding kick. Emboldened by its passivity, I stomp on it, then drop to my knees to pummel it, screaming “fuck the phone book!”

Sometimes I forget that I live in a world where everything stupid that anyone does ends up in a viral video.

But I feel a lot better.

Turns out that fucking phone book is good for something after all.

A Good Friend Told Me

Posted by on October 11, 2016 in Blog, Featured | 0 comments

My bindle of troubles and my sage advisor

Bindle of troubles leans again a sage advisor


A good friend told me that not everyone loses sleep over separating plastic bags fore recycling or anguishes over which cobwebs to remove. “That’s nothing,”  I said, ” what about the kombucha anxiety, the ongoing compost ordeal or the letter to the ants . . . ” Shaking her head, my dear friend says, “Nope, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Maybe you could write it down, you know, blog about all that.”

So that’s how this all got started. This is my log of the self-inflicted torture I endure on a daily basis as I stumble along the fine line between Earth-loving intentions and eco-madness. A lifelong Earth-lover, despairing the dire prognoses for our home planet, I drive myself to the verge of insanity on a daily basis, desperate to believe that there’s anything I can do that will make a real difference. I end up over analyzing every act of daily living, from washing vegetables to dealing with an ant invasion, exhausting myself in the process. I admit, on some days, I just wanna drive my car three blocks to the drive-through window for a fast food fix and toss the bag out the window, not a care in the world.

Then an image of my future grandchildren romping and thriving on a beautiful, healthy planet comes into mind, and I find myself back on the kitchen floor sorting out #2 plastic bags from the #4s.

Sometimes, rarely, magically, an epiphany dawns and I can tie up some wrenching concern in a pretty bow and send out out for publication (like this one here; click to read, then see page 9).

But that’s not what’s in this blog. If you’re looking for quick and tidy steps to a more Earth-friendly lifestyle, I urge you to look elsewhere.

If you’re looking for a companion walking that fine line between caring and crazy, then please read on. Feel free to share any comments or stories of your own brushes with eco-madness. Perhaps if we can grasp hands through the pages of the Internet, we just might keep each other on this side of crazy.

About Me

Posted by on May 17, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments


Geologist, environmental law attorney, small biz owner, Modern Day Priestess, creative nonfiction writer, wife, mother…this wealth of experiences affords me an integrated perspective of our place in the Universe, our purpose in being, and our relationship with our Mother Earth. I write creative nonfiction essays to share my experiences fumbling along the fine line between Earth-mindfulness and eco-madness, in the hope that my words may be of inspiration for anyone else who’s stumbling along the path of more conscientious living.

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