We will promise to always bike when we can, take our own bags when grocery shopping, use re-useable nappies at home, change our lightbulbs to more energy efficient ones, always turn the power off, get jerry to install solar panels, reduce red meat to once a fortnight.
We will promise to always bike when we can, take our own bags when grocery shopping, use re-useable nappies at home, change our lightbulbs to more energy efficient ones, always turn the power off, get jerry to install solar panels, reduce red meat to once a fortnight.
Dear ACS, LG, CM, MCD, AH, MS, AS, GL, and ERD,
I commit to demanding that politicians that want my vote, my time, my substantial help and expertise are people who seek to address climate change seriously and talk about it boldly.
To my children,
If there is one thing that I taught you it is to be honest in your decisions as they pertain to yourselves and the earth in which you live.
Dear Future
My hope is for all who live in your time to still know the joy of swimming in the ocean, walking through the woods, and hiking in the mountains.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to ask five of my friends to plant trees.
Dear Future,
“I knew you would want to know how the future turned out. You got so anxious about climate change as we grew older. By coming back, I thought I could help you with that.”
Dear Tomorrow,
My climate promise is to stop using electricity too much.
Dear future me,
I’m doing this work because I see it as the best way to save and improve as many lives as possible. I’m doing it so you, 2050 Ryan, can look at yourself in the mirror. And so you can tell your kids and grandkids someday that you did everything you could.
For my most dear and only daughter,
And I know life more fully because of you whom I live on through.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to use my reusable water bottle more often
A love letter to my son
I hope this year is a real turning point and by the time you’re a teenager, your life is powered almost entirely by clean energy like solar and wind.
Dear Tomorrow,
I feel optimistic for you, tomorrow. I can feel a shift happening already.
Dear Victoria, sugar pie honey bunch, chiquita loquita,
How can I look at your bright eyes and light dance and tell you we are facing a war?
