I still remember watching my grandfather’s garden transform after a particularly brutal Minnesota winter. Half his beloved perennials never returned, casualties of temperatures that dropped lower than any in recorded…

I still remember watching my grandfather’s garden transform after a particularly brutal Minnesota winter. Half his beloved perennials never returned, casualties of temperatures that dropped lower than any in recorded…
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the intersection of my two obsessions: biophilic design and women’s health. It wasn’t until my cousin Emma got pregnant last year that I…
I’ve always believed that connection to nature shouldn’t be a privilege reserved for the able-bodied. This hit home when my cousin Ella, who uses a wheelchair, visited my newly renovated…
I’ll never forget the first time I truly understood how materials shape sound. It was during a concert at an old stone church in Portland—the kind of place that’s been…
I’ve always been fascinated by the way nature solves design problems. There’s something deeply satisfying about watching a beetle’s shell unfold into delicate wings, or seeing how a nautilus creates…