In 2012 I was living in New York City, working as a therapist and finishing my PhD in clinical psychology. For years I’d avoided thinking or reading about the climate because it made me feel terrified and helpless. I would read the first sentence of an article about global warming, and say to myself, Nope! I can’t handle it; it’s too scary. I’d close the article and distract myself with something else.

When Hurricane Sandy hit New York City, destruction was everywhere. I vividly remember seeing a car smashed by a huge branch. On the shattered windscreen, a cardboard sign posed the ...

 

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