Hubris

  • The Poetry of Glenis Redmond

    “My foremothers/stand behind me/dressed in the indigo of the cosmos/stars for eyes with no recipe/ or cookbook in hand/just thousands of hearts resonating,/It’s time for you to know too./They pour into me.”—Glenis Redmond…

  • Winter’s Toll

    “Climate change must inevitably mean garden change as well. The garden is in the process of changing all the time. As a gardener, I am always trying to impose my own intentions on…

  • Homage to Place

    “The more I traveled and wrote, the more I realized that here was a place I could write out of, where I could explore the territory of my childhood because the landscape around…

  • The Absence of Him

    “But what I find most surprising is how much I miss him being with me every day. When I was pregnant, I knew he was safe, or at least as safe as I…

  • Love Probably

    “In honor of Valentine’s Day, a few little snippets about love.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes SAN FRANCISCO California—(Weekly Hubris)—February 2019—In honor of Valentine’s Day, a few little snippets about love .…

  • Rewilding

    “I grieve to think of a world where the tiger’s tread is felt no more, where the elephant’s trumpeting is only a faint echo. The wholesale loss of wildlife doesn’t mean fewer National…