This Sunday, show you love mother earth as much as you love your own mother. Check out this Green Gift Guide for Mother’s Day and get ideas about how you can make this holiday a sustainable one.

As a follow up to my last post about the consequences of Deepwater Horizon, I am adding an especially poignant op-ed piece published in The New York Times by Abrahm Lustgarten about holding BP accountable. Since Mr. Lustgarten wrote this article, BP engineer Kurt Mix has been arrested and has plead not guilty. I believe that it should be the executives and not the engineers who are punished. Below are some excerpts from the article.

It’s been over two years since the Deepwater Horizon catastrophe began, and finally the first BP official has been arrested. Kurt Mix, a former BP engineer, has been charged with intentionally destroying evidence—in this case hundreds of text messages sent to a supervisor that painted a different picture of the extent of the disaster than what BP was reporting to the public.

Something to note: The average U.S shower head releases 2.5 gallons/minute. A ten minute shower would provide an elephant with its daily fill of water.”

World Water Day is coming up on March 22^nd! For almost 80 years, the global community has been celebrating World Water Day by advocating for a better way to conserve resources and protect our human right to water.

Can we commit our bodies to a cleaner, greener Earth, even after death? Artist Jae Rhim Lee says yes. “By trying to preserve our dead bodies, we deny death, poison the living and further harm the environment.”

I rarely post about things not directly related to water or environmental sustainability, but I wanted to share a piece I was recently asked to write about International Women’s Day for American Jewish World Service’s blog. You can see the original here.

Here are some of the latest news stories about water and the environment:

Since moving to India in October, I have had to dramatically expand my comfort zone. So far so good seeing as I am no longer in awe of the cows wading through traffic; I have made concessions for the hairy black boars that sleep in garbage piles; even monkeys, when I spot them grimacing on the third floor balcony, don’t make me uncomfortable any more. But not dogs. I hate the roaming gangs of feral dogs that occupy my street and growl at me when I come back from grocery shopping in the evenings.