To my dear children in the year 2050,
I don’t wish to go backwards, but I do wish we would slow down and design our brave new world with more care.
Dear Future Grandchild,
We can learn a lot about how to treat others from stories that have been passed from generation to generation.
Tonight at bedtime, you asked, seemingly out of nowhere, “why are the glaciers disappearing?”
Dear Future Afnan,
You should make a time machine and come back to past and solve all the problems.
I promise to drive less and walk more.
My Mini & Lou,
Since I first sat down with these words, a pandemic has erupted. Racial violence is reaching a fever pitch and protests are raging across the nation. It feels like the planet is succumbing to entropy, slipping further into chaos. But I write to you from a time of shifting tides.
To My Children and My Future Grandchildren,
People are an amazing race and, if we have the will, I believe we have the ingenuity and resources to fix the harm we’ve done.
Make the most of every day because remember yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift.
To my future children,
Never before would I have said that I am one to take initiative.
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.
I pledge to stop using plastic bags.
Dear Alanna and Valeria,
I promise you to keep trying, to keep educating, to keep pushing our elected officials to act and protect your health now and in the future.