I'm hopeful. Not by nature. But because I have no choice but to believe that eventually we will do what is right, and what is necessary, to save ourselves. I'm too old to give in to despair. And, I'm old enough to be welcoming my first grandchild into this world, next spring! 

So of course I’m joyful about the climate plan coming out of Paris. Compared to the disastrous finale of the last important climate meeting in Copenhagen, in 2009, the Paris accord is a triumph. It is no small achievement to have 195 countries decide to aim for a far more ambitious target than anyone had in sight at the start: to keep global warming contained at 1.5 degrees Celsius.

Here’s one of the biggest differences between 2009 and 2015: concerned citizens—mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, sons and daughters—millions raised their voices to demand action against climate change. We are being heard.

The Paris accord is a triumph—but most especially, it is a triumph of hope. And hope, in these precarious times, is no small thing.


Among many historic achievements in the Paris accord:

Action on climate has been firmly reframed, we hope, as a moral imperative.

A scaffolding has been erected, what negotiators refer to as a framework, one that will support, we hope, a new global energy structure.

That scaffolding has been built with windows and doors in place, so that, we hope, there will be a way for reporters and reviewers to see past national walls, to know that countries are actually making the cuts they pledge to make.

The degradation of the world’s tropical rainforests will, we hope, be given its due and considerable weight in accounting for the degradation of our climate.

And, we hope, significant funding will become available to help countries who have contributed nothing to the pollution of our skies, but who are being hit—hard—by new patterns of extreme weather.

We must only hope for all these things, because the Paris accord is not a binding treaty.


Which brings us back home, to reality, to the hard part.

Not a single wealthy (fossil-fuel dependent) country submitted a plan, in Paris, that achieves deep enough carbon and methane cuts to get the world anywhere near the target of a 1.5 degree temperature rise. That Paris scaffolding gives us only a ground floor.

That does not mean such plans can’t or won’t be crafted—and met. But right now, globally, renewable energy, mostly hydroelectric power, accounts for only 10 percent of total energy supply; solar and wind account for 1.6 percent of total energy. This is changing. Will it change fast enough? Certainly there are some staggering plans for renewables on the table, around the globe. How can we do the same here at home?

In order to stall global warming at 1.5 degrees Celsius (we are approaching 1 degree C of warming right now), good estimates are that the wealthiest countries, all of whose economies are fossil fuel dependent, must essentially be carbon- and methane-emission free in the next decades. 

My grandson will be a teenager.

Every single person who cares about the safety of the world we live in, the world we leave for our children, has tough work ahead to meet the climate challenge.


As I write: 2015 draws to a close, as the hottest year in human-recorded history. Every day we are experiencing the extreme flooding, drought, crop failures, ice melts and other dangers caused or worsened by climate change.

There is no hope that our planet will cool down, in our lifetimes, or for generations.

Meanwhile, more than seven hundred people in Southern California have been relocated because of an uncontrolled—since at least October—and enormous methane leak. This is a gusher, but invisible without infrared cameras. According to Climate Progress, “every day the leak continues, it single-handedly accounts for 25 percent of California’s total methane emissions.” Along with methane, other, toxic pollutants are released. Methane is a far more potent driver of warming than carbon—84 times more powerful in the first two decades of its release. Methane is a climate-change bomb.

Meanwhile, the oil and gas industry is fighting tooth and nail against regulations—not only those that control methane emissions but those that control carbon emissions, too—claiming the industry can and will voluntarily police itself.

The industry’s actions to date give us no hope that voluntary measures work.

Meanwhile, the U.S. has reduced its reliance on coal, which is filthy, and spews carbon, because of an abundance of fracked gas, which is far less expensive. Indeed, gas companies are beginning to hold back their product, so that prices will rise.  And this is causing economic devastation in fracking-dependent communities across Ohio and Pennsylvania.

Residents there see no hope of recovery.

Meanwhile, across Asia, coal use is on the rise. Significantly.

There is no hope that dirty coal is anywhere near dead.

Meanwhile, President Obama could not have signed the U.S. into a binding treaty in Paris without the consent of Congress—and there is absolutely no hope of this Congress doing anything at all about climate change. Many Republicans and some Democrats are already trying to dismantle America's Clean Power Plan to regulate carbon emissions. The Republican candidates for president are largely climate deniers; they do not even “believe” in climate change, as if it were an article of faith, rather than science.  

There is, right now, no hope of bipartisan political agreement around solutions to curbing carbon and methane emissions.


And still, I’m hopeful that we will win the race of our lives—that we will take action to stop greenhouse gas emissions before it is too late, before our highly complex, interconnected climate system simply spins out of control. The planet--which has been through huge climate changes in the deep past--will be fine. This is about saving human civilization. We have thrived during 10,000 years of climate stability. We have never endured anything like the climate changes of the past.

We now have unprecedented, historic Presidential leadership. And we see that American leadership is consequential. Momentum around solutions is building. There is growing awareness of the problem--and its urgency. We are becoming excited about huge opportunities ahead, in a new energy world. We're talking about winning.

Some energy companies are calling for carbon taxes. Some leaders in the oil and gas industry are supporting rules against carbon and methane emissions. Some corporations are switching to renewable energy. Some conservatives are discussing an end to billions of dollars of fossil fuel subsidies and tax breaks. Some towns across the country are changing antiquated laws so they can deploy clean energy. Who knows what other solutions will be engineered and invented?

Remember that big difference that got us to the Paris accord? We raised our voices. We demanded change. We demanded protection. We demanded divestment. We demanded investment. 

We demanded hope.

We are highly complex, interconnected, creatures, we humans. I am hopeful about the path beyond Paris. And hope is often the only thing that keeps us going. That--and the most sustainable, renewable energy there is: love, like the love I already feel for my grandson, not yet born. 



Never mind the frost. I'm putting chard in vases, and curling up with books. Here's my latest roundup review for the New York Times. This was a great season for picture books; I especially loved the Oxford University gardens, and the latest on the High Line is terrific. Tony Angell's House of Owls tops my list: I'll reread that a few more times in my life, I know. You'll want to give it to everyone you know who loves owls. And whoooo doesn't? (Sorry. Irresistible. One of those amuse yourself mornings...)


I'm Too Old For This!

I've been gone from this blog, but writing elsewhere. And of course, Moms Clean Air Force has been consuming, but enormously thrilling. I've been having a conversation with friends for months about how liberated I feel from so many sources of angst, and finally sat down to write about it. My new personal mantra. Here it is in The New York Times. Enjoy...and let me know what you're too old for...if anything!



There's nothing like home-related matters to take my mind off climate change--which I am obsessing about nearly nonstop. More on gardens and stuff below. For those of you following Moms Clean Air Force, I'm pleased to tell you we now have half a million members, and we're just wrapping up summits in state capitols around the country. And we now have an official ice cream: Ben and Jerry's Save Our Swirled. Need I say more?

Yes. If you haven't already, tell your senator to protect America's Clean Power Plan. Right now it is the only thing going in D.C. to cut carbon emissions and address greenhouse gas pollution.

However, that doesn't mean I can't find time to look at gardening books; one of my favorite assignments is a seasonal roundup for the New York Times. Ever since I read the book about bugs, I have an entirely new appreciation for the tiniest creatures in what passes for my garden. Barely.

I also got a rant on about what some people might call clutter, but I call treasure. I'm for divestment of fossil fuel stocks--but not divestment of those beloved possessions with which we line our nests. I'm done with guilt about stuff. Hope you enjoy.




Unremittingly gray days (and not fifty shades either). I wandered over the to the Met for relief, and  came upon a roomful of paintings from the 1960s by Hans Hofmann.

The room was rather dingy, the presentation so unceremonious that I almost turned on my heel, thinking I'd gone into an exhibition in the process of being taken down. But the majesty of these canvases stopped and then held me a long time, soaking in the color, marveling at knife and brush textures, enthralled by each bold gesture. I had never really fallen into a Hoffman painting before, and I gave myself over to the experience.

Above, from Deep Within the Ravine, and below, from Renate's Nantucket. Of course I had to race home to read more about Hoffman, who was also well-regarded as an art critic. "The ability to simplify," he wrote about abstract art, "means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak."

After the death of his wife of nearly sixty years, Hoffman fell in love with Renate Schmitz. He was embarrassed by the fifty-year age difference between them, so they presented themselves publicly as "uncle" and "niece", until they married in 1965. Hoffman died shortly after, at the age of 85--having spent the previous year painting 45 canvases, ten of which he inscribed as "the Renate series." (Her life seems to have ended in a squalor of mental illness, sadly enough.)

Winter tends to be museum time for me; there is nothing better than to enter one of those great repositories of creative treasure with no intention other than to fall in love. And then do so. How often do give ourselves the time to let our busy lives fall away, and commune with what is necessary?



I am over the moon! Moms Clean Air Force was invited to sit in the First Lady’s box Tuesday evening as President Obama delivers the State of the Union. Surely this signals the president’s commitment to doing all he can--and more than any other president to date--to tackle the dangerous problem of climate pollution.

 Representing our 400,000 members--and I hope that includes many of you readers of Slow Love Life--Nicole Hernandez Hammer, who was born in Guatemala and moved to the US when she was four, is the mother of a seven year old son, and the Field Manager for the Florida chapter of Moms Clean Air Force. I first met Nicole when she popped her son and her husband in their car, and drove from Fort Lauderdale to Washington, DC to join me for a meeting between members of Moms Clean Air Force and EPA Administrator McCarthy. 

As I listened to Nicole talk passionately, urgently, about the porous limestone bedrock on which Miami is built, and how sewage and drainage systems are increasingly compromised as seawater rises through the ground—I thought: I want her working for Moms Clean Air Force. I want her to take her knowledge and her passion to the people of Florida, and urge them to act on climate change.   

That's exactly what has happened. Nicole  left academia to work for Moms Clean Air Force, and she has concentrated her work in the Latina community. She says, "The debate is settled, our climate is changing, our seas are rising. Now is the time for action. I worked to confirm that the climate is changing and now I am working on behalf of my son for action -- we need to fight climate change today.”

I could not be more proud of my fantastic colleagues. I could not be more thrilled to have created, and to be leading, an organization that is doing such important work: protecting those closest to our hearts. The love we all feel--for our families, and for this beautiful world into which we are born--will win the day. Love has to be stronger than pollution.

Thank you, all of you, for being on this journey with me. We have come far, in a short time. But we have a long road ahead. I know my work with Moms has taken me far from this blog, but then again, what I write about here is at the heart of our work on climate. I knew that the work would be demanding--no one said it would be easy--but I could never have predicted how deeply, and spiritually, rewarding it would be.