Throughout this splendid book, grounded in the intimate joys and trepidations of new motherhood, there is an undercurrent of foreboding about the kind of world we are bequeathing to our children-a world ravaged by environmental degradation and political strife. But Meghan Sterling's unflinching depiction of the imperiled world that her daughter will likely inherit is tempered by the abiding lessons of her Jewish ancestral history, a reverence for the natural world in all its seemingly unstoppable splendor, and an unquenchable hope that the future is ours to redeem: ". . . to you I bequeath / all the courage / of birds and flowers, / water and stones, / to love enough, / to love with the toughness of trees."