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One Quiet Woman Defines the American Dream Her Way
By Donella Meadows
–July 13, 1995–
It’s unsettling to run into someone who is truly free. It makes you see all the ways in which you yourself are bound. That’s what’s been happening to me and people around me, since Marcia Meyer came to our farm.
Marcia is 55, small and unassuming. For much of her life she was a housewife and mother [...]
Let’s Hang on to the Family Jewels
By Donella Meadows
–July 6, 1995–
I don’t believe that the voters who put the Newtsies in power last fall intended to sell off our national lands and gut our environmental laws. I can’t remember any politician running on a promise to devastate the natural assets of the nation. So we better wake up, folks, because that’s what’s happening.
Here are a few [...]
What Would Happen If We Went Beyond Partisan Politics?
By Donella Meadows
–June 29, 1995–
Suppose we all woke up one fine morning and decided, as a nation, to solve our problems instead of beating each other up over them. Suppose we quit twisting ourselves into knots trying to put all blame on one party and all credit on the other. What if we chose instead to move forward together?
Right, I [...]
George Washington and I Are Subjects of Groundless Rumors
By Donella Meadows
–June 22, 2012–
I’m using the space of a public column here to right a personal wrong, but bear with me. I also want to illustrate a common human quirk and work up to a vital lesson.
In the preface of his new book A Moment on the Earth, Gregg Easterbrook mentions a book I co-authored more than 20 years [...]
The Song of June in the Country (With a Lesson in Ecology)
By Donella Meadows
–June 15, 1995–
The slugs ate the sprouting zinnias right down to the ground.
So we put nine ducklings into the garden to eat the slugs.
The ducklings ate the slugs and then they ate the spinach and trampled the peas. So we moved six ducklings down to the pond and left just three to patrol slugs.
The raccoon circled the garden [...]
