Climate of Fear, Climate of Hope

Worryby Julie at ProgressiveKid

Webster’s defines worrying as mental distress or agitation, usually over something impending or anticipated. It stems from fear—fear of what could or might happen but hasn’t yet and quite possibly never will. Worrying can’t actually prevent bad things from happening, and it has a way of spoiling the mood of the worrier and everyone around him or her. What’s worse, worrying has a way of spreading, like stomach flu, and it begs for attention. When we are around a worrier, we usually either take on the worry too or feel compelled to reassure the worrier, neither of which is a very good time. Continue reading

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1. Walk

Walkingby Gelen Fourtri

Here is a conversation. Find the problem.

Person A: “I’ve started walking eight blocks to the bus station and then riding to work to cut back on greenhouse emissions.”

Person B: “So now how much do you walk every day?”

Person A [thinks, “Yikes–bad at math”]: “Eight to the bus, eight back. Sixteen total.” Continue reading

Moving into Green

This is the first post in a series by guest writer Gelen Fourtri. Gel will tell you her own story, but part of her story is just that–a story–which, as you will see, is partly the point. For me, her story begins in the ’80s when Gel was lead singer for Spiderfox. You may or may not remember the band: four great albums and then poof, nothing. Gel explains why and tells what happened next.

We feel so fortunate to get to hear her again, albeit in a different way and with a slightly different message, here on a ledge. Enjoy the ongoing story.–Sarah

People dancingby Gelen Fourtri

I don’t suffer from ’80s nostalgia. I had a good time then and I have one now. But when I take a moment to think about it, I can see how an entire world can change in just a short time. Back then I was singing in a band. We did great, jumpy, lively, deep stuff. We had fun and we told the truth. I had no clue at the time that twenty years later I’d be writing articles on a computer and talking to people in folding chairs about what I’m talking about now. Continue reading

SarChasm

Grand Canyonby Sarah at ProgressiveKid

Today I was lucky enough to have a lesson about sarcasm, and I’m not saying that at all sarcastically. Earlier in the day I confess that I might have emphasized my words differently. But I’ve since had an epiphany.

Because of our articles on artificial turf, among other things, on a ledge is linked to and cited in a number of turf-specific locations on the Internet, including the site of one well-known periodical with what I had believed to be (and may indeed be, with a few exceptions) a following of crunchy greenies and back-to-the-earth types. The link was part of a Q&A page featuring a question about the safety of using rubber tire planters.

Imagine my surprise a few weeks ago when the Q&A received a comment from a woman who succinctly and in no uncertain terms ravaged my article purely on the grounds that I am a fiction writer: Continue reading