As many folks may know from reading articles or blog posts that I have written in the past, my love of nature didn’t develop in normal ways. I always enjoyed…

If you asked me three years ago what a native plant was, I may have responded with a confused look. If you ask me today, I may not be able…

When I moved to San Antonio 10 years ago for family reasons, I wasn’t planning on staying here for the long-term. I thought this might just be a stop along…

I started loving nature as a child. A precocious toddler, I learned to read at an early age. Soon my parents couldn’t keep me supplied with reading material. They turned…

When I was a little girl, my grandfather shared with me his love of learning and the natural world. He would teach me how to garden at his home and…

I’m waiting my turn at the Goodwill Clearance Center on San Antonio’s south side. This is the last stop for unsold items. Their odyssey began in foreign and domestic factories,…

“It’s sort of a box canyon,” I tell my wife when I describe the topography, cupping my hands to give her a crude visual.  “Anything that comes into the hills…

I consider myself an active Master Naturalist. I support the ideas of the organization. I understand that I need to do my part to assist the natural world around me….

I come from Texas cotton farmers and World War 2 refugees. They farmed to survive famine. They farmed as slave laborers. My maternal family’s aristocracy was dwindled down selling ducks…

(Note: This is a reprint of a piece that appeared years ago on the AAMN website. It certainly retains its drama!) Night-cooled air lingered over sun-struck land that early September…