Dear me in the future,
I will eat locally, also COVID has been horrible, oh by the way remember drip irrigation.
I will eat locally, also COVID has been horrible, oh by the way remember drip irrigation.
My dear daughters,
I will use my voice to help bring awareness about climate change.
Oh My Lovely Faizan,
I love you my son. You are waking up now. Hopefully tomorrow, more of us will, too.
To my children,
I hope that the fervor that is building continues to build and spread and that the world has made progress to minimize the effects of our past actions.
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,
It wasn’t about Him, it was about Us. And this isn’t about Me, it’s about You. And it won’t be about You, it will be about Them.
Dear Tomorrow,
I’ll buy only food that I plan to eat before it spoils.
To my wide-eyed warrioresses,
Since my two daughters emerged into this world, all of my tomorrows have become more dear.
Dear Tomorrow
I hope that environmental issues are a thing of the past.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to turn old shirts into produce bags.
Dear Eleanor,
You are so small. So innocent. So beautiful. For you and for everyone else, I will try harder.
Dear Tomorrow,
The road I learned to ride my bike on, the field where I kicked my first soccer ball, and the park I ate my first ice cream cone at, could all be gone.
Queridos nietas/nietos,
Creo que debo hacer más. Por ello, he decidido escribir esta breve carta para empezar un proceso en el que vaya escribiendo más cartas, conforme vaya teniendo más claridad de mis posibles contribuciones.