Recently, I was introduced to someone who—upon learning that I work as a Housing Advocate—responded with a question I hadn’t expected.
Tag: Culture
Dear Climate Activist Apologetically Taking a Break
All that ‘self-care’ blabber isn’t just about keeping yourself from getting burnt out; it’s also about making yourself strong. And soft. Go soften. Stare off without thoughts. Watch a slug move across the forest floor. Or contemplate all those thoughts in your head at once—while staring at the Milky Way.
Revenge-Travel Blues: Movement in a Post-Pandemic World
It occurs to me not for the first time that the era that allowed me to travel and even root myself in so many homes has now cost me the ability to ever return to them in the true sense of the word. Every year between visits increases the odds that the landscape I knew will be changed— whether by fires, floods, and droughts, or by noise, gentrification, and increasing swarms of humans seeking a piece of the “off the beaten path” before it’s gone.
The Terror Within: Can We Please Really Talk About the Whys Behind School Shootings?
I can’t stop thinking about Salvador’s one pair of jeans.
Hungry for This (a forest story)
Eloi is no scientist, but he’s a farmer and he can understand that the planet breathes. He’s seen the dead butterflies. He can understand that the trees around him cool the planet in far-off places where he’s heard there exist mountains made of pure ice.
What Remains: Reflections on Climate, Home & Hope
Despite the improbability of any of us ever meeting anywhere back in the “real world,” we all float together now amidst the rice stalks - bonded by a fierce, desperate love for the world we’ve been watching wilt our entire lives, and contemplating what these wetlands could look like in the years to come if we lose this next battle.
The Vanishing
No, there is no sleeping in this epoch between wildness and encapsulation.
Sojourner (a migration story)
They say home is where the heart is, in which case you’re not home. That home is gone. The parents are gone. The house is gone. Most everyone you knew is gone.
Red Tape & Cat Tails: The Complicated Journey to Voting Rights
Once upon a time in Mexico, all my important documents were destroyed by a cat and a bottle of peroxide.