A crisis measures how we respond to those around us, how connected we are, what we do when we’re afraid.
— Apricot Irving
I used to believe that I was one of the good ones. I no longer believe this to be true. I’m no longer sure there are any good ones. There’s just us: flawed and fumbling, complicated and complicit. Capable of doing harm without ever intending to, but also capable of unexpected courage. Which is good because we’re going to need courage to write, together, a different story about our collective future.
— Apricot Irving
As vulnerable as it feels to acknowledge it, increasingly unpredictable weather systems — hurricanes, floods, landslides, drought, fire, ice, megastorms — will impact all of us, no matter where we live. We are all in this together.
— Apricot Irving
The best possible emergency preparedness, it turns out, is to get to know your neighbors.
— Apricot Irving
It hurts to love a place that we are at risk of losing.
— Apricot Irving
The wild animals, too, sensed the danger. A herd of elk clustered in the meadow, restless and wary, huddled in the open, away from the trees. It was 90 degrees at midnight, and charred leaves floated down from an orange sky. that night, the wind pushed the fire thirteen miles in sixteen hours. We could hear the thunder of horse trailers evacuating.
— Apricot Irving