A LIVE GREEN INTERVIEW WITH MARGARET ATWOOD!
Next Friday, June 7, at 4:00, I will do the first-ever live Green Interview, on stage and before a theatre audience. My guest will be the one and only Margaret Atwood, whose gripping, dystopian novel The Handmaid’s Tale has now become a stunningly successful television series.
What can one person do? Listen to this.
When Stella Bowles was 13, her family’s septic system collapsed. Before that she’d never thought about what happens after you flush, and she was appalled to learn that most of her neighbours’ homes along the shore of Nova Scotia’s lovely LaHave River – more than 600 of them – didn’t even have septic systems.
In the 1970s, during the darkest days of my life, I found myself considering suicide – and then I learned that a dear friend had just done it. The shock of that discovery put an end to my own thoughts of suicide, but my intimate understanding of how one might choose to do such a thing led me to write a very personal essay about suicide called “In the Spiral.” I never published it, but 20 years later, in 1994, my publisher, Ron Caplan, was putting together a book of my shorter works, and he ran across a copy of the essay in my archive.
Fifty-three years ago this month my eldest son Max was about to turn five. His mother and I were students in London. We decided to celebrate by taking our little family to Paris. Using Arthur Frommer’s Europe on $5 a Day, we found a little hotel on the Ile St.
We’ve recently published an interview with Dr. Albert Marshall, a revered elder of the Mi’kmaw or L’nu nation, whose unceded territory covers all of Atlantic Canada and parts of Quebec and Maine. The main topic of the interview is the importance of the fact that humans are embedded in the natural world and belong to it.
“Donald,” said Marjorie, “why do you always have to do six things at once?”
“I’m a young man in a hurry,” I said.
“Exhausting for people around you,” she sighed.
I remembered that dialogue recently when I realized that my colleague Dr.
When we drove across the border from North Carolina into Georgia, Charlie Doucet grinned massively, walked back into the battered old motorhome, plucked down his guitar, settled into the passenger seat, and began singing:
Georgia, Georgia –
The whole day through,
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind …
In a friendship lasting close to 40 years, Charlie and I did a lot together – so why does that moment so often come back to me?