Stephanie Mills is an author, bioregionalist, speaker and activist. A resident if Northwest Lower Michigan, she has published widely and written several books, the most recent of which is On Gandhi’s Path: Bob Swann’s Work for Peace and Community Economics. She was featured in the 2010 PBS documentary EarthDays, and is a former recipient of Agraria’s Arthur Morgan Award.
Watershed consciousness: Is streaming wisdom a community solution?
By Stephanie Mills, Agraria
Watersheds are life-places. They outline and embrace distinct realms. They collect fluid intelligence from animate terrains.
Durable Goods
By Stephanie Mills, Resilience.org
What’s coming? Possibilities I hope for, probabilities to dread. Possible: A renewed stirring of love for the Earth. Respect for and reciprocity with all beings.
From the Pleistocene to the Motor City: Revolutions in human ecology
By Stephanie Mills, Energy Bulletin
Revolutions in human ecology might usefully be grounded in a sense of humanity's deep past, for that is where our power arrangements began.
Biodiversity: peak nature?
By Stephanie Mills, Post Carbon Institute
As it has grown in numbers and technological might, the human race has become a force of geophysical proportion, on par with the asteroid that struck the Yucatan during the Cretaceous era, dethroning Tyrannosaurus rex. Extinction is final. Yet no species is immortal. Extinction has been part of evolution since life emerged on Earth.
Oil-Choked Spring
By Stephanie Mills, Post Carbon Institute
The map of the area threatened by the BP blowout, comprising nearly half of the US's coastal wetlands, looks like tattered lace. It's a realm of islands, shoals, estuaries, marshes, swamps, bayous, and creeks, land speckled across water, water twining across land, all of it in flux...
No more Ms. Nice Girl
By Stephanie Mills, Energy Bulletin
What’s a silver-streaked lady ecology writer to do? Be nice, be friendly, avoid the troubling topics, read the classics, don’t feel morally obliged to infect others with a perfectly warranted alarm and pessimism. Who am I to tell 10,000 ostensibly complacent neighbors that the ship is going down ... especially at the height of summer, when the days are so fine and fair?
Fun while it lasted
By Stephanie Mills, Energy Bulletin
Living in expectation of this civilization’s collapse, which I do, can be isolating. It’s like having historical-epochal halitosis. You don’t get invited back to dinner parties after trying to engage people on the topic of our imminent decline and fall.