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The constant, loud thrum of engines at an oil and gas compressor station permeates the air as I stand on the grassy lawn of Frank and Theresa Brothers, in…

The headwaters of the Cuyahoga River run smooth and pudding-brown; warblers dart through flooded underbrush, and the canoe I'm in travels swiftly and…

The first thing I did this morning, after sucking down a cup of watery hotel coffee and some microwave-scrambled eggs, was go to the dump.I'm traveling…

This week, I'm traveling with a group of journalists through parts of Pennsylvania and Ohio -- a region called the Marcellus Shale -- to learn about shale…