A mother's day wish for our future
“Sometimes in the amber light of evening, I carry my daughter around our backyard observing and dreaming: spotting birds or insects, pointing out Missoula’s natural landmarks and how to use them to navigate, discussing our plans for the summer.
“Sometimes, in these sweet connected moments, her future on earth flashes before my eyes, poetically transmitted through her small, vulnerable body.
“What hangs in the balance for my daughter—for us all—at this moment in history—as we teeter on the brink of a climate catastrophe, and the loss of more than a million species over the next few decades?”