Waking up to climate change as the parent of young children had a particular slant of cruelty to it: knowing that I needed to do something about climate change during a season of life where I already felt stretched beyond my capacity on a daily basis felt like an impossibly heavy burden to carry. What could I possibly do? If I did know what to do, when would I find the time to do it? And then, would it even make a difference? Would it ever be enough?
