I am a longtime freelance writer with wide-ranging experience in books, magazines, newspapers, and their various web equivalents. I’ve been a generalist, taking on topics from honesty and deception in marriage to advertising and political change in South Africa. In 2010 I heard a statement that sent me on a whole new trajectory. Which was: Over time more CO2 has gone into the atmosphere from the soil compared to the burning of fossil fuels. My first reaction was, “Why don’t I know this?” My second was, “If this is true, can carbon be brought back to the soil?” This launched me on a quest that led to my book “Cows Save the Planet and Other Improbable Ways of Restoring Soil to Heal the Earth”. The book looks at soil as a hub for our many environmental, economic and social challenges—and for solutions.
“Cows Save the Planet” gave me the chance to travel and speak to audiences about soil’s connection to climate change, biodiversity loss, floods, droughts and wildfires, and human health. It turned out others were making similar connections. So I am now a part of a broader movement on promoting ecological restoration to address environmental problems, including climate change. One topic from the book—the role of the water cycle—kept tugging at me. And so I ventured to write “Water In Plain Sight”.
Now for the requisite biographical info: I live and work on the side of a mountain in southern Vermont. My husband, Tony Eprile, is a writer and photographer and our son, Brendan, is a singer/songwriter and a student at Oberlin College. I have a B.A. from Brown University, an M.S.J. from the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism and an M.A. in Counseling Psychology from Northwestern. I’m a longtime member of the American Society of Journalists and Authors and a member of the Society of Environmental Journalists. In the winter I cross-country ski and in the summer I grow things. I have a beagle named Tsotsi (that’s South African slang for street thug or gangster.) And I’ve recently taken up karate, which gets me in touch with my own inner thug.