Panama wants us to think of it as more than a feat of engineering; more than a continental bridge; more than headquarters for summer hats. This is why I am here. I want to check out its highlands and some of the animals and birds that you have to sneak around quietly to see.
For the 10 years we were on our sailboat, whether we were sailing under fair-weather conditions, at anchor, docked on shore, or in a dinghy going from our boat to shore, they did not wear life jackets. Was this irresponsible, was it reckless, was it total ignorance on our part, us, the parents? No. Our boat was our home -- the only home we had.
Beyond ecosystems, biodiversity, or economics, we have a creative and calming connection with the ocean that provides us with enormous emotional, psychological, social and spiritual benefits.
How can a president who pledges to address "the urgent and growing threat of a changing climate" single-handedly add two untapped oceans of burned oil to our planet's atmosphere that's already in crisis?
The societal consequences of success for us Southeast Atlantic coastal residents are nowhere near as bright with offshore oil drilling as they are with wind.
For a second, ours was a ship of intrepid travelers, of those who kept on going where they needed to go. Some made heroic thrusts of outstretched hands to stay in balance. Some held on to chairs or stools at the bar.
The early twentieth century was an age of immigration -- millions left Europe in despair, defeat or fear to make new lives in America. My family history is not much different from that of other immigrants, but with one big deviation: two generations arrived from Europe and two later generations returned!
Crossing through the glades adorned with marsh rabbits and waterfowl to arrive at Jekyll Island its hard to imagine that this sleepy, secluded island was once home to what a 1904 issue of Munsey's Magazine heralded as "the richest, the most exclusive, the most inaccessible club in the world."
Last week, President Obama rightly declared in his State of the Union address: "No challenge poses a greater threat to future generations than climate change." This week, the Obama administration announced plans open up the Atlantic Ocean to oil and gas drilling.
While there are lots of options in the Caribbean, the islands of Turks and Caicos (TCI) remain a popular choice among the luxury travelers looking for a winter getaway.
Every 10 seconds, non-stop, for a couple months, sonic explosions at 252 decibels will shatter eardrums of all sea creatures. Each month, the equivalent of 241,920 grenades will carpet-bomb the western Atlantic Ocean, minus any shrapnel.
In a beautiful new film released this Friday on Netflix, oceanographer and explorer Sylvia Earle describes her underwater adventures. She also explains why she is driven to protect wild oceans the way we now protect wild lands.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM-BOOM-BOOOOOMMMMM! Annoying, isn't it? But guess what -- that's what life will be like for marine mammals in the Atlantic Ocean now that the Obama administration has re-opened the East Coast, from Delaware to Florida, to offshore oil and gas exploration.
Deploying the age-old "Friday news dump," President Barack Obama's Interior Department gave the green light on Friday, July 18 to companies to deploy seismic air guns to examine the scope of Atlantic Coast offshore oil-and-gas reserves.
The city remains luminous, but the fooling around part of my earlier trips are regretfully, sensibly packed away in memory boxes. You may go home again... but it won't be the same. This year, for the first time, a cane and walker were part of my baggage.
In observing World Oceans Day yesterday, we recognized that protecting our ocean is not a luxury. It is a necessity that contributes to our economy, our climate and our way of life.