Coronavirus and our relationship with nature
As I sit down to write this, it is Passover and Easter weekend. The world has suddenly and collectively been united by the spread of sickness and death from the coronavirus. I am not a religious person, but I find myself contemplating the forces of good and evil and wondering if we have perhaps entered a time of hell on earth. Or is it a time for redemption?.
When her kids were young, Tracey Woodruff knew more than most people about environmental toxics. After all, she was a senior scientist at the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA). But even she never dreamed, as she rocked her children to sleep at night, that the plastic baby bottles she used to feed them contained toxic chemicals that could leach into the warm milk.
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Greening of Chinatown
The Washington Bakery & Restaurant in San Francisco is a place where you can get a steaming hot wonton soup or a nice piece of cake and a cup of tea. With a few older Chinese neighbors chatting in Cantonese and reading the paper at small Formica tables, you won’t find your typical San Francisco cold filtered locally roasted fair trade coffee here. And you won’t ever, if Cindy Wu has her way. (She simply orders the hot water with lemon.)
Photo: Michael Woolsey
Years ago, before he was born, Jim McIsaac’s family had a couple of deer hound pups named Cloudy and Thunder. One day the pups took off up to Black Mountain. Jim’s dad rode up there on a horse, found them and brought them back on his saddle.
Like Black Mountain, Jim’s father, Neil McIsaac, looms large over this 527-acre ranch on Point Reyes-Petaluma Road in West Marin. Jim was only five years old when his family was forced to leave here for the construction of Nicasio Reservoir, but he does remember it. In fact, it’s sort of burned in his memory just like the vivid family memory of his dad riding down off Black Mountain with the lost pups on his saddle.