We’re Destroying the Places That Can Bring Us Back From War


When I returned from deployment in 2013, I wanted to get as far away from people as possible. I wanted nothing to do with traffic, crowds, societal courtesies — or really anyone.

My dream was, and still is, to move to a very remote location so far off any main roads that I couldn’t hear a neighbor’s dog bark and no one would come to visit me.

Permanently Protect the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge

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In 1980 I lived in Henderson, Kentucky. While I was serving as the Naturalist for John James Audubon State Park and was engaged in several local environmental battles during my time in Kentucky, I was also asked to become a Regional Coordinator of the Alaska Coalition. 

Wild Silence

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I first spotted the tracks as our chartered bush plane circled to land in the snow-covered foothills of the Brooks Range. Polar bears.

Land as Home

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We are all indigenous to somewhere. Wherever we might have come from originally—our community, our neighborhood, our village, our barrio—we call that home.

The Sacred Nature of Land


As if looking through the eyes of God, I have seen the beauty of the Arctic Refuge from the vantage of a small airplane. More importantly, I came to know this place from the Gwich’in way of life on what they call the Sacred Place Where Life Begins.

My Arctic Wild

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Just over a year ago, I unpacked my waterproof bag, which was filled with all the gear essential for the spectrum of summer conditions in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.

A Soldier’s Dream

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“As soon as you free yourself, you’ll have a better day,” our guide Don Murch said. He was speaking to a group of five veterans, including me, who had spent time in Iraq or Afghanistan.