I remember standing on my parents’ porch back in my coastal hometown, watching a massive storm surge swallow the streets, feeling that terrifying realization that our infrastructure was never designed to dance with nature. Now, as a landscape architect, I see people look at a snow-covered metropolis and think it’s just a matter of more

I remember the time I tried organizing a carpool with my neighbors—a rogue band of early risers and chronic alarm-snoozers. Picture it: me, the reluctant ringleader, clipboard in hand, trying to synchronize our chaotic lives. We had a spreadsheet, a group chat, and enough enthusiasm to fill a kiddie pool. But somehow, like clockwork, someone