The planet is cooking. The oceans are filling with plastic. I'm over here, trying to be a good person, trying to raise my kid, trying to have some hope for the future of life on earth, but late capitalism makes that pretty impossible. Our economic system is set up to exploit all life on the... Continue Reading →
How to bring your own produce bags to Central Market
Sick of coming home from the grocery store with a big pile of non-recyclable plastic film? Bringing your own bags for produce and bulk items like coffee, grains, beans, and snacks can greatly cut down on the amount of food packaging you consume. It's not something you see very often though, and I was nervous... Continue Reading →
Going Green Will Cost You (more than time and money)
Since I started this blog, people have started approaching me, out of the blue, to apologize for ways they're not green. It's like all of a sudden I'm some priest of eco-living, and they want to make their confession. These interactions make me uncomfortable. First, because I am definitely no eco-priest. I am not currently... Continue Reading →
5 Disposable Ditches to Save You $$$
It makes me feel so good to cut down on the waste we create and save money at the same time. We've cut the amount of garbage & recycling we're producing each week in more than half since we started our baby steps towards zero waste, and we've got more money in our pockets! Here... Continue Reading →
Eat a Simpler Story
I got started with low-impact eating thanks to a zen master and a piece of string cheese. To recap: Trump had just won the election, and I was exploring new frontiers of existential horror and anxiety for the future. My go-to coping mechanism—a glass (or three) of wine—was off the table because of my pregnancy. At... Continue Reading →
I dream of haunted diapers
I was two months pregnant when Trump won the election, and the prospects for our planet got immediately bleaker. After the initial flurry of protests, Lefties everywhere looked for coping mechanisms. Some of my friends drank. Some joined socialist organizations. Some took lots of baths. Some took drunken baths while reading Jacobin. I found solace... Continue Reading →