The other night, for the first time in about 35 years, I couldn’t fall asleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about nuclear war. Like a lot of us, probably, although I’m not sure how many other people were thinking that it had better not happen that night because that would mean they’d spent their last few waking hours on Earth copy editing. Not even fun copy editing (if there is such a thing), but a grim siege against a read made confusing by the author’s invention of new rules for punctuation and the grouping of sentences into paragraphs.

But who wants to live this way? I won’t even name all the catastrophes, aggression, backsliding, injustice, cruelty, and division we currently have to doom scroll through because honestly, enough already! We need to stop wallowing and start doing. The time for self-indulgence is over.

So, I’ve been kicking around the idea of writing a sort of column of sorts and calling it What Can You Do? Then, when people shrug and say, well, what can you do?, I can say…THIS!

The first essay, on vertical farming, is here, in the ever bolder- and brighter-looking Unsustainable Magazine. I’d be honored if you’d click over and have a read.