Hope we get to have that snowball fight I always dreamed we’d have.
Hey. Working on studying peace mediation and a climate campaign for the elections held in my coutry this Spring. Gonna put the climate on The Wall, so people remember. Doing it with you in mind. Hope we get to have that snowball fight I always dreamed we’d have.
Love you already.
-J
Dear Grandchild,
I now feel less overwhelmed and powerless, and I am determined to fight for our planet and your future.
Dear Eleanor,
It seems silly to saddle yourself with guilt for something that hasn’t happened yet. I don’t want to do that. As of today, I don’t really feel guilty. I guess I just want to make sure I keep doing more, so that when you read this, and ask what I’ve done since then, I can still feel good about my efforts.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to not waste food and eat locally grown food.
To future Geof,
Cool, now that your jetpack is put away in your garage where you keep your flying car; how did the aliens save us from our own destruction? Did they have this hyper advance vacuum that just sucks all the greenhouse gases out of our atmosphere?
Dear Future Generations,
Dear Future Generations,
Dear Potential Future Kiddo,
To think that my choices of sustainable commuting, eating a plant based diet, and working on our City’s zero waste program likely pale in comparison to the impact of not having a baby is nothing short of devastating. Does it make me a bad environmentalist to honor my maternal instincts?
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to be creative – make art!
Dear Nephew,
I am going to start doing better to have a healthier planet for you to live on.
Dear Tomorrow,
I promise to take my bike everywhere. Taking Golden Gate Transit to SF tonight.
Dear Lucy,
The clock ticks, time passes, and the earth and all of its inhabitants move closer to dangerous boundaries we can dimly discern but cannot see clearly.
Aos meus sobrinhos queridos, Ana Laura, Luis Carlos e Helloísa,
Talvez eu não esteja viva para ver alguma mudança, mas espero que vocês vejam e tenham um mundo melhor em 2050. Plantei um ipê rosa e outro amarelo, que eles estejam florindo até 2050.
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.
