To my precious children
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” – The Lorax
One day ten or twenty years from now, when you look back from the future, you will be able to clearly see the entire path.
I promise to sign up for 100% renewable energy.
We want to let others know about how to fight climate crisis.
Dear future me,
I am 19 years old, and I am angry.
To my brother’s children,
We wondered about how we might be able to eliminate plastics from our day to day routines, and recycled literally everything. We were amazing, you should have seen us. Now and again though, we wondered if these were the right questions.
I’ll be here to tell you all the ways I have fought for the health of our home, and fought to protect all of the wide, open spaces for you to run in. When you’re old enough, we can fight together.
Dear Future Kids Like Me,
What I hope for future kids like me is that they continue to ride the groundswell of climate change support all the way into action.
Dear Nolan, Patrick, Cullen and Gabriel,
This Mother’s Day I am again thinking of my grandsons future and what I am doing to change the world if only by a small fraction.
My Dear Grandchildren,
In writing this letter to you, I am searching for ways to make my connection and commitment to you more present in my current experience
Dear Madeline, Ava, and Harper,
What I wish most for you girls is that the care you have shown each other would extend to the big wide world around you.
I wanted to let you know that in 2019 that there were real struggles with the health of our planet.