Working Until It’s Time for Your Grave

Working Until It’s Time for Your Grave

“My plan is just to work until I die.” That’s how my mom sums up her retirement prospects. She’s worked more than 40 hours a week as a legal secretary in north Florida for as long as I can remember. When my brother and I were kids, we went to her office every Saturday...
How to Be a Merry Environmentalist

How to Be a Merry Environmentalist

Here’s something to consider this holiday season: Stop sending greeting cards. I know this sounds like a tip from the Grinch, but this well-meaning tradition causes very real environmental consequences. Americans mail over 1.6 billion holiday cards to each other...
Scapegoating Immigrants Isn’t the Answer

Scapegoating Immigrants Isn’t the Answer

About three years ago, my dad was driving the truck he uses for his landscaping business in Phoenix, Arizona when he was pulled over. Two patrol cars cornered him for making a wide right turn. Yes, you read that right: Multiple police officers went out of their way to...
Throwing Public Education under the Bus

Throwing Public Education under the Bus

Public education used to be, you know, public — an essential societal investment for the betterment of all, paid for by all through school taxes. In addition to privatization schemes to turn education over to corporate profiteers, public schools themselves have...
A Sweet Spot

A Sweet Spot

I don’t have any cute photos of my daughter’s chubby face smeared with frosting from her first birthday party. Already pregnant with my son, I’d become a child nutrition zealot in response to my double dose of motherhood. Instead of wrecking a big sugary cake, my bald...