I just attended the North American Association for Environmental Education (NAAEE) annual meeting. It was my second environmental education (EE) conference, and during both I lamented the fact that they were not the anthropology or primatology conferences where I feel the most satisfying sense of belonging. (Note: Not everyone feels this way, and that’s a […]Read More What is an Almost Anthropologist?
In honor of attending the NAAEE conference this week, I offer this environmental education themed haiku: scat garden flop no sprouts from this bear poo plopRead More EE Haiku #2
talking to Mom about greedy orangutans “same shit, different species”Read More Not-So-Great Apes Haiku
Years ago, I posed for a picture on a day trip along the Wakulla River in northern Florida. A juvenile brown pelican bobbed behind me as I aimed my cheesy smile at the camera. I turned back around, greeted the bird with enthusiasm, and delighted as it swam closer to my rocky perch on the […]Read More Usual Love for an Ordinary Pelican
red eft contemplates nerdy birders across a muddy ditchRead More Herp Haiku
A farmer plucked a watermelon from the vine and cut it into chunks with a machete. We sat in the garden surrounded by forest, munching on the fruit as the juice trickled down and dripped off our elbows into the dirt. I chatted with farmers in between greedy bites of the snack that was grown in […]Read More Watermelon and Dead Monkeys
Single-use plastic straws carry a lot more than a sip of iced tea from the glass to your waiting lips these days. Are straws really harmful to marine life? Does refusing a straw really make a contribution toward reducing ocean pollution? You can Google these questions ’til the sea cows come home. For me, the […]Read More Should You Skip the Straw?
mourning dove and kids who dislike poetry melancholy coos *EE = Envionmental EducationRead More EE Haiku
alpine tundra magic petite petals and great gusts rocky mountain high, indeedRead More Rocky Mountain Homesick Haiku
I heard the first distant rumblings of thunder and put down my glue stick. I looked around to gauge the reaction of the other students. Did they hear the thunder? Were they as nervous as I was? They kept cutting and gluing, either oblivious to or apathetic about the approaching storm. It was the middle […]Read More Florida Storms