When I think about all that is GREEN, and all that I DO NOT know, I feel overwhelmed. Where to start? Can one person really make a difference? I try to push away the thought, like pressing the Snooze Button for the 100th time. I figure I’ll figure it out some day soon. Maybe Steve Jobs will find a way to download it into my brain with the next round of iPod models. (more…)
I have this recurring nightmare: I’m late for a final exam, and I haven’t studied. I’ve had all semester to prepare, but other things have taken priority. I’ve been distracted, irresponsible. And now: I’m screwed. (more…)
I love coffee. On average I drink three cups a day. I’m not a sugar and cream kind of gal. I like it bold. I like it black. (more…)
My latest bolt of eco clarity struck as I sat at the desk I’d been assigned for my temp job du jour, waiting for the phone to ring and hoping it wouldn’t.
I often have lots of thumb twiddling time on temp jobs, and as any freelance writer who temps to make ends meet will tell you, that doesn’t always translate to “time to write.” On this day as I sat twiddling and procrastinating, several events occurred which inspired in me, the concept of the “green temp,” or as I later came to call it the “ghost camper.” (more…)
Two pairs of rhinestone-studded flip-flops. Sequin-trimmed tank tops. Capri pants. Leggings. Headbands. Jewelry. Sunglasses. A beaded shawl.
“You can’t take all this stuff,” I say to my nine-year-old daughter Molly.
“Mom, just because you have no sense of fashion-”
“Oh my God, there’s more?” I say, as I spot a diary, Nancy Drew mysteries, sketchbooks, and a stuffed bear with multiple outfits piled by her bedroom door. “I told you: pajamas, underwear, toothbrush.” (more…)
The best assignment I ever received in any course of study was in a graduate class in the Alexander Technique where we were instructed to brush our teeth at home only with our less dominant hand until it became second nature. (more…)
I have a little dirty secret that isn’t news to people who know me, and now you’ll be in on it, too: I drive an SUV. Yes, with all the sources of environmental damage from polluting corporations to governmental policies and all the finger-pointing happening as global temperatures soar to record highs, I find my hand turning to point at myself as well. (more…)