Joy.

It’s the word I’m choosing for 2025.

It’s also one of the hardest things to hold onto when the world is filled with chaos and fear.

So why am I choosing it now?

Because joy isn’t just a nice-to-have—it’s essential.

Here’s why I’m reclaiming joy this year: open.substack.com/pub/kristine...

David Lynch gave us the language we needed to better articulate the indescribable strangeness of our shared reality. “Lynchian” is so overused because it’s a viscerally understandable word without any known synonyms. I can’t imagine a more beautiful artistic legacy than that.

Me, too!

Tomorrow, Donald Trump will be sentenced as a felon. Tomorrow the whining stops, the stalling becomes impossible, and the hammer of justice comes down on our unfit president-elect.

Occasional reminder that there’s no, “it’s too late, its over” for anthropogenic climate change. Every molecule of CO2 that doesn’t go into the atmosphere makes a difference. Preventing 0.1 degree of warming makes a difference. Every bit of climate resilience we build together makes a difference.