Creative Nonfiction (Course Guide / Lisa Heise)

Writer, and Naturalist, Terry Tempest Williams is a celebrated and accomplished writer of natural history, whose books expand on her observations as a naturalist and remind readers to pay attention to the natural world. A native of Utah, she brings to her writing a profound appreciation for the land in which she grew up—and through her example she presents a means for people to locate their own connection to nature. She also conveys a unique perspective on one of the tragic consequences of disregarding the environment—while growing up in Utah, she and her family were exposed to radioactive fallout from nuclear testing, and nine female members of her family eventually contracted cancer. After her mother died from cancer, Williams grew even more active in the environmental movement in her state and has fought for protection of Utah's wild areas. | from American Environmental Leaders | Credo Reference (Library Database)

Language and landscape are my inspiration,” writes Terry Tempest Williams in her latest book, The Hour of Land: A Personal Topography of America’s National Parks. The 61-year-old Utah writer and activist has long used the power of prose to give voice to silenced communities — and to celebrate the intrinsic bond between them. | Experience Life (Website)

PDF Link. "In this city, it is the seven rivers who hold the cries of the dead."
| A `Downwinder’ in Hiroshima.” Nation, vol. 260, no. 19, May 1995, pp. 661–66 | MasterFILE Complete (EBSCO) (Library Database)

PDF Link. "A shark swims past me in a kelp forest that sways back and forth with the current It is deliberate and focused. " | Nation. 11/29/1999, Vol. 269 Issue 18, p42-44. 3p. | MasterFILE Complete (EBSCO) (Library Database)

"When I close my eyes, I return to this site of disturbance. It is only a brief walk from our house in the desert, our home. It is a place of sand redistributed by a flood, a flash in the night that came with such force, such ferocity, I heard it before I saw it, the thunderous roar. That night, that roar, it lives inside of me. " | Earth Island Journal. Autumn2018, Vol. 33 Issue 3, p64-65. 2p.| MasterFILE Complete (EBSCO) (Library Database)

"It is 2155; the Colorado River is now an ephemeral river that runs only in the spring due to the aridification of the American Southwest. Drought is too kind of a word for where we are now." | National Parks. Spring2019, Vol. 93 Issue 2, p59-59. 1p. | MasterFILE Complete (EBSCO) (Library Database)