Jeffrey Rindskopf

Our guide through the rainforest leads barefoot. She snaps bamboo shoots from the trailside and whittles them to make toys as we switchback up the mountainside.

Jill Bliss works at the overlap between artist, naturalist and caretaker.

“You know what I mean?”
A friend finishes speaking and looks to you for feedback. Only problem is, you weren’t listening. Now: does that make you a bad listener?
Most of us would answer no — but ...

"Before you would go to an open mic, and there wouldn’t even be lights on in the women’s bathroom, because people just assumed women aren’t here.”

Imagine all the plastic trash you accumulate from one trip to the grocery store, from water bottles and children’s toys to clamshell containers and cosmetic microbeads. Now imagine enough of that trash to equal the weight of one billion elephants, and you’ll have some sense as to the amount of plastic we’ve discarded since the 1950s.

“So, Obama o Trump?”
It’s the first English I’ve heard my Cuban taxi driver, Alex, utter with any confidence.

I had the perfect veggie burger once—only once.

Collin (Daveed Diggs) is a convicted felon recently paroled with three days left on his probation.

Lab-grown meats may come with their own peculiar set of psychological stumbling blocks, but they may also be essential to preserving our health—and our planet.

A short story by Jeffrey Rindskopf

'It’s probably one of the most life-changing experiences that I have had.'

The unique cinematic achievements of ‘Jaws’ remains as brilliantly realized today as it did forty years ago.

An orange kayak cuts through the still surface of Lake Crescent like a knife through turquoise gelatin.

Customers may enter Mashiko in West Seattle expecting the same rolls they’d find at any other sushi bar across the nation.

A handmade stop-motion aesthetic that only seems fitting for such a personal story of childhood.