Climate change sits in my gut like stones in the pockets of my clothes pulling me under water after I have jumped in. I must deliberately work to remove each stone, examine it, determine its weight. Climate change is like a shadow constantly following me– sometimes revealed by a burst of sun– lengthening and growing […]
When I looked at the Star Tribune homepage, I was stunned. A picture of a place far away that I knew so well was the top story. It was September 2, 2019 and Hurricane Dorian had just battered the Bahamas. Some Midwest grandparents retire to Arizona or snowbird in Florida. My grandparents took a vacation […]
Liz is currently supporting Climate Generation as our Programs Intern. Liz shares the bedtime stories her parents told her as a child of their experience surviving under the Khmer Rouge regime and the resolve that has allowed her to find today. https://media.climategen.org/20200331-climate-story-Liz-Lat-Bedtime-stories-of-the-Khmer-Americans.mp3
By Michael Gottschalk January 17, 2020 We need to work together to preserve the magic. My father’s first gift to me was the clean tracks he set through deep snow. Even now, when I walk in the winter forest or slide into my skis, I find my eyes tilted down and only a few steps […]
My childhood bedroom had pastel yellow walls with blue hand-painted stars sprinkled across the slanted ceilings, a remnant from its previous resident. At night I would lie in bed, tracing the outlines of stars with my eyes that I could just barely make out through the moonlight streaming in from a small window. Growing up, […]
By Greg Dalton September 17, 2019 This story was originally published on the Climate One podcast. We’re proud to have Ben Santer as a member of Climate Generation’s Advisory Board. https://media.climategen.org/20190917-climateone-cc_20190917_cl1_Ben%20Santer_Podcast_FINAL.mp3 This special episode is part of the My Climate Story series, published in partnership with Covering Climate Now, a global collaboration of more than 250 news […]
I realized in that moment that my dad could have become a victim of climate change just like so many of the vulnerable, disabled, and elderly people do in climate emergencies around the world.
It dawned on me then that stars don’t shine without darkness, but with the light in my everyday environment, I was taking it for granted.
As I coped with loss and single parenthood the world felt suddenly ominous, and I felt a whole new level of responsibility for meeting the needs of a brand new baby girl.
A 40-foot black cherry tree fell on top of our brand-new electric vehicle while we were driving along a city street on Arbor Day, April 26th of 2019.