I intended to publish this essay on the 20th anniversary of the horrifying attacks of 9/11, but I needed more time to process my thoughts. On that day, I was 16, living in Los Angeles, a junior in high school. […]
I slept poorly, but rose at dawn to tend to my garden.
First I wrapped the world’s largest tree in aluminum.
Then I trucked seventeen million salmon to the sea.
Greetings from my new home in Thousand Oaks, California! Chance and I drove 3,100 miles in an electric vehicle (“EV”) from Boston, MA to here, in just five days; we met up with Bianca and Richard, who had flown in […]
Go on the website of any environmental nonprofit worth its salt, and you will see language about the imperative to ensure a “just transition” to a green economy. The Climate Justice Alliance defines a just transition as “a place-based set […]
In the face of bad headlines–wildfires, the Delta variant, the Gulf Stream on the verge of collapse–I double-down on productive actions I can take: calling elected officials, donating, and finding ways to use Capital Good Fund as a better and […]
Jeff Bezos did not leave the planet any better than
he found it, though he is rich enough to leave it and
return, alive. As I watch the skies, greedy mosquitos
stalk me like a herd of tiny buffalo.
A few weeks ago, shaken by the horror of Heat Domes and wildfires encircling the globe, I decided to write a series of essays focused on solutions to the climate crisis. In the first post, I wrote about the banking […]
If you’re looking for glamor, doing the most good for people and the planet may not be the place to find it. I’ve been thinking about this as I’ve worked with a group of scientists, advocates, and nonprofits pushing for […]
If there’s one thing I’ve learned running Capital Good Fund, it’s that sometimes good is good enough and sometimes it isn’t; knowing the difference is crucial. Take our DoubleGreen Loan, which we’ve offered since 2010. Ranging from $500 – $50,000, […]
My early poems aspired to Keats and Blake;
were about magic, dreams, and heartbreak.
Most rhymed, were trite, and told more than showed;
rolled off the tongue, no taste of the acid down below.