June 8, 2021– “What does not appear there but is equally present, in some way, is Antarctica. Antarctica of permanent daylight when summer arrives and permanent night during the season in which sea ice grows. Antarctica, than no human being I had never seen Antarctica just over two hundred years ago, the continent where only eleven people have been born. Antarctica of glacial uncertainty. Antarctica, whizzing 9,093 miles south of my home in Providence, now feels acutely. Antarctica, and more specifically , the policies that make it up, place their icy hands around my present and tell me how to act. Wait, they say, a full year. ” Elizabeth Rush writes about a journey to motherhood in a time of glacial loss. (155 reads)
To take actionWhat could you do today to bridge the gap between what is and what could and should be?