The little-known story of how the U.S. government came to hold nearly one-third of the nation's land primarily for recreation and conservation.
Molly Bang uses a simple parable about sheep and the commons they graze on to reveal a disturbing paradox about our relationship with the environment that sustains us. Here is a book that invites discussion.
Written as a series of back-and-forth exchanges, this engaging book illustrates a model of civil debate between those with substantial, principled differences.
Winner of the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Robert F. Kennedy Book Award, and the American Book Award, the bestselling Common Ground is much more than the story of the busing crisis in Boston as told through ...
Common Ground, the book, reminds us there are meaningful ties that connect us to each other and our communities. The story follows two families living on the same plot of land, but many years apart.
The strategies and techniques presented here are designed not only to address the differences we have with others, but also to increase your personal empowerment, self-fufillment, self-respect,and self-assurance.
Tim Downs suggests practical ways for today's Christians to cultivate fruitful relationships in our communities, and bring our troubled culture the healing it needs so much.
They would hurl rocks and insults at me as I walked down the alley to my home. I was a decent athlete and had competed against some of my aggressors in various arenas, but I never understood their venom against me.
In the tradition of Michael Pollan, Joan Gussow, and Verlyn Klinkenborg's The Rural Life, This Common Ground is an inspirational evocation of a life lived close to the earth, written by the head farmer at one of the country's first ...
Common Ground explores the place of guns in our individual and national histories, violence in Scripture, the legal issues surrounding gun rights, and ways in which we as moral, life-valuing people can bridge the divide to help solve the ...
It made me wonder if perhaps our street formed the outer limit of an established swift territory, if our house might not be a swift edge-land. My thoughts tumbled like this as we watched them, Libby and me.