Dear Tomorrow,
I will plant more flowers.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to drive less and walk more.
Dear Tristan,
I am doing this to protect you, the food, water, air and biodiversity of a country that I love.
Dear Great Grandchildren,
If you are reading this, you probably inherited my fascination with ancestry, and the way it uncovers incredible stories of unlikely survival.
Querida Futuro Yo,
Quiero que puedas decirme que lo hemos logrado, y que el mundo hoy es un poquito mejor porque nosotras pusimos de nuestra parte.
Anya,
All you can do is your best. You can encourage the same in others. You can admit your mistakes and those of your ancestors. You can learn from them, and help however you can. I’ll do the same. I promise.
Dear Tomorrow,
And, if this summer has taught me anything, I am content (because I have to be) living in this limbo, this seemingly endless waiting for the opportunity to change, when really the opportunity exists within our very selves all along.
Dear Makena,
Sweetie, you deserve clean air, water and soil. You deserve to thrive in an environment that supports you.
Dear Hannah, Harper and future baby of Ryan and Colleen Lane,
I will not stop fighting for a more sustainable future, your future.
Jeremy M,
My promise is to work to protest carbon emissions.
Pour ma famille,
Il faut trouver le 7ème sens et se battre pour des causes justes, comme l´amour et la liberté.
Dear Future,
I will use less plastic.
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.