Two Sophies

It’s 2065. My great granddaughter Sophie is fifteen. She has the same fascination with her past that my sister had with our past…there’s something humbling about knowing that others came before and others will come after.

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Cry Me a River

Sarah is my thirty-five-year-old daughter. A borderline millennial. I make her listen to all of my climate change stories before I share them with the rest of the world. She is my perfect audience. Climate change just isn’t that interesting to her. She tolerates my obsession but I can almost hear her thinking, “whatever, mom.” […]

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