No More Whining on the Yacht

No More Whining on the Yacht

There was a time when the wealthiest among us were content simply to go sailing on a Sunday afternoon, sipping their vintage Chardonnay and munching on roe-covered canapés. For the most part, they left the rest of us pretty much alone to pursue our own American...
A Letter to My Child on a Changing Planet

A Letter to My Child on a Changing Planet

To my five-year-old son: By the time you’re my age, the year will be 2051. I don’t know what the planet will look like. And that scares me. Today, it’s obvious that nature is changing too fast, too much. Of course, nature’s not the culprit. We are. Humans. Your...