have a little paganism, as a treat
Archival flowers. Photo taken in Edinburgh, spring 2020. February 1 was Imbolc, a pagan holiday that marks the earliest beginnings of spring—the prelude, if...
the tyranny of convenience
Divided and conquered.
getting in the game
Lately, to cope with the stress (and now devastation) of the election, my husband and I have been self-medicating by rewatching Ted Lasso. One of the...
how to call your reps
In this issue: Doing the bare minimum... so you can too! Short of armchair-diagnosing myself with anxiety, I think it’s fair to say that I’ve been afflicted...
staying angry at the right people
In this issue: KonMari-ing my car rageSimping for good legislation I got in one of my little moods again yesterday. It was 60 degrees. The sun was out. I was...
A holiday gift guide for climate cranks
In this issue: A rather long “where the hell have I been” preambleA quick, easy climate actionDon’t you touch those leavesA holiday gift guide for the...
I'm angry because I care
For the past five years, I've lived in cities where I did not intend to stay forever. These were great places to live, and I believe my enjoyment of them was...
Am I doing enough? What can I do?
If you subscribed to my newsletter before it became “Now Is Long,” you’ll know that I often struggle to maintain a fortnightly publishing schedule. Weeks...
sometimes climate action is spooky
The rich and powerful have a busy fortnight ahead. COP 26 began today in Glasgow, where world leaders are meeting in what feels like our last chance to...
Death by fashion
I (re)started this newsletter in part to motivate myself to get more involved in political actions that align with my ideals and (maybe) ease my climate...
Something rotten
I have come to firmly believe that if we’re going to win fight against our own annihilation, we each have to focus on issues that we don’t just care about,...
Disasters and justice
September 9, 2021 Anyone who has been paying the slightest amount of attention this year has probably swallowed the same bitter pill: We aren’t at the stage...
