Millionaire’s Spring Delight

Yesterday, had I been a millionaire able to hire a gardener or two, I — I still would have knelt in the earth and brushed back the crunchy leaves, to see, touch, oh! green shoots of new garlic. Yes, pruned scratchy rose bushes sucked blood from my thorn-stabbed thumb; cut back the lower aspen branches, plucked up the dry and dead tomato and pepper plants, snapped off hollyhock stalks. Yes, even

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Supernatural Estate

The decision to go to the estate sale that morning was spontaneous, based on 5th hand email information, but there were supposed to be books. Specifically, “a great deal of gardening, botany, and entomology books—$2 hardback, $1 soft cover.” To a major nature and gardening book freak on a budget, those words made for one sweet carrot. After calling to make sure there were some left (I was told they

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Capital Punishment: Proposing a New Model

The United States not only incarcerates more people than any other country, but we are one of the few that executes people. A Christian nation that sanctions state killing is a contradiction that requires some thoughtful consideration. One doesn’t need to be a biblical scholar to figure out Christ’s view of capital punishment. Trials like those of James Holmes and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev make the public debate all the more urgent.

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The Devil Wears Converse

A few summers ago, just as I was beginning to publish Greenwoman, my first magazine venture, I watched the documentary The September Issue with my teenage daughter Lily. The film is a behind-the-scenes look at Vogue editor-in-chief Anna Wintour and her staff during the creation of their fall fashion issue, the most important issue of the year. While I’m not a huge fan of haute couture (Lily is), I appreciate the

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Zera and the Green Man: Chapter 35

Theodore had not been formally charged, yet. Under the advice of his attorney, he had left the police station to go outside with Langston Void alone, to talk. They sat in the back of his limousine. Theodore couldn’t remember when he had been more exhausted; it took all his willpower just to hold it together. When will this nightmare end? he thought. I just want to get back; to Zera,

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