Dear Trev,
I imagine your children are growing older. The love I have for them, though I don’t know them yet, knows no bounds. I will continue fighting for them, even if all seems lost. Because we will continue to fight until our last breaths.
I imagine your children are growing older. The love I have for them, though I don’t know them yet, knows no bounds. I will continue fighting for them, even if all seems lost. Because we will continue to fight until our last breaths.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to eat less meat.
I promise to plant trees and to turn off the lights.
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?
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to work with my family and neighbors to reduce carbon output.
Dear Kiya,
Fighting for a system that rewards care for people and planet over profit.
To my daughter and son,
Surrounded by scientists who shared my fears and visions, I often had a hard time to accept that outside our small community climate change received marginal attention.
Dear Future Ryan,
I promise to be a knight in the campaign of truth seeking.
Dear future self,
I am writing this to keep myself accountable and push myself towards taking action towards a sustainable future. I hope children of the future can still appreciate the wonders that nature and all its beings have to offer, appreciate the beauty in the world around us.
Dear Tomorrow,
Less meat, more on my feet!
Son,
Make the most of every day because remember yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to buy organic food and run more and bike more! (I could use the exercise.)
Dear Tomorrow,
I’m not allowed to talk about climate change around family; as my mom warned me, “climate change is not something that people think about in Mississippi.” But I’m worried for my family’s future.