The Little Lucky: A Family Geography. By Gail Wells

“When you live in an old house, the remodeling and rehabilitating never end. I guess the same is true when you belong to a family. Most families are loving in their way, and most are troubled in their way. That was the way it was with the family I come from.”

The Tillamook: A Created Forest Comes of Age. By Gail Wells

“In telling this story, I know I am sending it out into a world that is in painful conflict about the right human relationship to nature. Forests seem today to be both an actual and a symbolic venue for this conflict. They seem to stand in for every brutality and every betrayal we have perpetrated on our natural surroundings, and for every shred of guilt and remorse we have felt as a result.”

Lewis and Clark Meet Oregon’s Forests: Lessons from Dynamic Nature. By Gail Wells and Dawn Anzinger

“When Meriwether Lewis and William Clark steered their canoes down the tumultuous narrows and rapids of the lower Columbia River, they were entering a country where trees dominate the landscape. The river carried them out of the virtually treeless desert east of the mountains, dumped them down the ‘Great Shute,’ as they called it, below present-day Cascade Locks, and spilled them out into tidewater and an utterly changed landscape.”

“Nature-based Spirituality in Cascadia: Prospects, Pitfalls, and Observations.” By Gail Wells. Ch. 14 in Cascadia: The Elusive Utopia. Edited by Douglas Todd.

“My intention here is to offer a gentle yet skeptical meditation on claims to environmental enlightenment made on behalf of nature-based spirituality. I realize it will be a struggle to grab hold of ‘nature-based spirituality’ and define it in useful terms, because at this moment in its history there is nothing discrete or codified about it, no flying-buttressed edifices, no countable congregations, no pastors, deacons, creeds, catechisms, or articles of faith.”

A History of Rosboro Lumber Company. By Gail Wells and Patricia Amacher.

“Before the stores and houses and sawmills were here, before the leagues of sportsfishermen in their drift boats, before the paved streets, before the bridges, the streetcars, the railroads; before the filbert orchards and the hop yards; before the Missourians and Kansans trudging west over the Applegate Trail, even before the Kalapuya people, there were the trees. Douglas-firs and hemlocks 300 feet tall and 27 feet around the trunk, rearing up from thickets of vine maple and salmonberry, standing for four hundred years.”

 Selected Articles and Essays