By Kausthubha Yaratha My memories of India are distinctly olfactory. Nothing can quite compare to the musky smell of the earth after a...

by Faiha Khan Would you rub a prickly plant all over your face? Well, here’s why you should! I still remember the shock of watching my...

by Brittany This is Leo (middle). He’s a weiner dog that likes to eat my dad’s pepper plants. I wasn’t there when Leo first tried my...

by Charles W. Bier I don’t know when I first began to really know trees. As a youngster, I was literally a snake-in-my-pocket sort of...

by Rachelle the Drunk Phytologist Looking back, my whole childhood was a plant and nature love story, complete with a 20 acre playground....

by Isabel Acevedo One of my earliest memories of my Ama, my mother’s mother, is of her wrist: impossibly smooth skin always enclosed by a...

by Megan Cate Dandelions are technically an invasive weed. Many think they are lawn nuisances and dedicate the spring and summer to...

by Tony Chang My mom is an incredible plant caretaker—she just knows how to make things grow. She has the ability to pick plants from the...

by Bonnie McGill I’m telling you he was throwing sticks at me and wouldn’t stop. So I did what any little sister would do when verbal...

by Jessya Both of my grandmothers lived with me growing up. My parents were immigrants and soon after they established themselves they...

by Mallika Nocco My parents became two opposite people every time we traveled to Bangalore, both trying to cram everything they missed...