Margot Fleck News Today

The theme for National Womens History Month 2023 which ended yesterday, was “Celebrating Women Who Tell Our Stories.” The Recorder won a trifecta on March 29 by betting the “stories” by three women would engage its readers.My Turn essays by Margo...

In 1948, writer Henry Beston lamented: “What has come over our age is an alienation from Nature unexampled in human history. It has cost us our sense of reality and all but cost us our humanity.”I agree with Beston but I don’t want to let my thoughts...

I applaud Daniel Brown for his forthright column “When global warming stares you in the face,” (Recorder, Jan. 19). I agree that “saving the Earth” is narcissistic but also, I think, hubristic. We do not begin to honor our interdependent relationship...

Margot Flecks sober reflection on a dying maple tree (11/29) is one of the best pieces of writing Ive read in months. It is a near-poem written in prose, and Im left with only simple adjectives to describe it: Accurate. Eloquent. Poignant....

I agree. There is much to be grateful for in the passing of legislation affecting climate change at the state and federal levels. Much of the money will be directed toward mitigating our climate crisis.But it’s not nearly enough to begin to push the...

The shadows on the wall seem to tremble like vultures drying their wings. Within the darkness of Hungarian photographer Sylvia Plachy’s blurred black and white image, two boys raise and stretch their arms against the grimy concrete of the Berlin Wall....

March 8 is International Women’s Day. Like most holidays it is fraught with contradictions, tokenism and naivete. Like most holidays it is meaningfully celebrated by only a selective group of people. And though holidays change little or nothing about...

We walk around bearing a three pound configuration of matter inside our fragile skulls that is as complex and ever-changing as the universe itself. We can’t help but wonder, sometimes aghast, sometimes in awe, at the enormous variations of behaviors,...

I know, I know — they’ ll eat you out of house and home! One of our neighborhood squirrels, for the first time in years, figured out a way around the metal collar and sat in our feeder like a king upon his rightful throne. Still we have to remember...

I cannot mourn the loss of everything. I am not big enough to contain the weight of that enormous a grief.I merely mourn the sobbing manatee, the drowning cows, the polar bear with shredded fur torn by hunger’s teeth. The burning birds in burning...