Food as Compass is an invitation to orient by what gives life, to walk together through uncertainty with a steadier sense of direction, and to remember that even in times of unraveling, nourishment is still possible.

What feels mine to do is no longer about “saving the world” through perfect strategies. It is about tending relationships, nourishing life where I can, and practicing the courage to live in paradox: collapse is real, and new seeds are sprouting

When I write about “post-partisan,” I don’t mean a watered-down consensus or a mushy middle. Nor do I mean conformity at the expense of truth. Post-partisan doesn’t mean pretending differences don’t exist. It means creating a space where disagreement is possible without dehumanization, where falsehoods can be named without contempt, and where consequences of words and actions are seen clearly.

The difference between science and scientism is a distinction that helps explain why conversations about nutrition, agriculture, and public health so often break down. When we conflate science with certainty, or dismiss other ways of knowing as illegitimate, we lose the very spirit of inquiry that makes science valuable in the first place.

If the terrain of food reflects the fractures of our time, what does it also reveal about how we might respond?

Food is never just food. It carries memory, culture, economics, faith, and belonging. What we eat, or refuse to eat, becomes part of how we see ourselves and how others see us. That’s why conversations about nutrition, public health, and food systems so often break down.

In these times of unraveling, I’ve been asking myself: what does “activism” look like when the institutions we once turned to are neither legitimate nor effective, and when they never served many to begin with?

The food system is too broken, too consequential, and too entangled with our lives to leave to one ideology, one party, or one playbook. Regeneration requires us to learn the difficult skill of holding multiple truths, while building new pathways together.

A Reflection on Power, Love, and the Messy Middle

 Rethinking Childhood Chronic Illness

There are moments in history when resistance doesn’t look like a march or a manifesto. Sometimes, resistance looks like a hand in the soil. This is one of those moments.

Reclaiming Care in an Age of Collapse

Scale Is Not the Measure of Care

An offering, invocation, and celebratory grounding for an initiative that refuses to wait for permission.

Why Human and Planetary Health Can No Longer Be Separated.

Welcome to Food for Us.