Dawn Kane Writes

I'm sitting outside on the patio. It's one of the first warm days of spring. The sun is shining. The temperature is perfect. Bird song...

I'm standing in the grocery aisle scrutinizing a label. The man waiting behind me sighs; I step aside. He grabs a box of crackers and...

My mind turned to boycotts after receiving an oversized box stuffed with plastic bubble wrap from West Elm. If companies can't do better,...

Last week, Amazon delivered two razors in a box that could have held a winter parka, and then, presumably to prevent them from rattling...

Kat and Bella tug at their leashes, but I'm backtracking to recover a plastic water bottle at the curb. After rerouting the dogs to a...

In my adolescent adventures, I wandered the local woods pretending the shrills of our jays, thrushes, and robins were really those of...

The other day I texted Mattie, my youngest stepdaughter, on an environmental issue. Immediately after I pressed send, I held my breath—no...

Sometimes it's easy to lie awake during the wee hours and wonder how we will cope when the seas rise and the electric grid fails. In...

Train or car? There are so many excuses I can devise to talk myself out of using the train. It takes longer. It's an eight-minute walk to...

My social media accounts are on to me. The advertisements streaming along my scroll alternate between clothes and ingenious products to...