Money may be the root of all evil, but it also makes our modern world go round. And while we’d like to vote with our dollars, the stock market is overrun with greedy, environmentally-draining corporations that make half-a$$ attempts to greenwash their actual motivations.

But there are a few guys on Wall Street that might actually be making the world a better place. If you’re going to play the market, consider investing in the following better companies that are capitalizing on earth-friendly innovations.

EcoLab

Headquartered in St. Paul, Minnesota, this corporation develops technology for cleaning, sanitizing, and water and energy management…


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As the co-founder of a refill station in Los Angeles, I am a small part of the growing movement to find solutions to the plastic pollution crisis — “zero waste” in the vernacular.

At the outset, it seemed that the coronavirus outbreak would backslide the progress of the zero waste movement. Starbucks stopped accepting reusable cups, and other businesses quickly followed suit. The Plastics Industry Association capitalized on the general fear of virus spread and lobbied not only to delay and undo single-use bag bans, but to instate bans on reusable bags. And in a few cases it has succeeded.


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Surfing turned me into an environmentalist. Though I wasn’t exactly a tree-hater ten years ago when I lived in a landlocked city, I was generally indifferent to environmental issues. I took an impartial stance on the climate crisis, and neither supported nor rejected plastic bag bans. I didn’t make any effort to reduce my carbon footprint. I lived totally detached from nature- mostly indoors, except when I walked pavement paths between climate controlled buildings. Unless inclement weather meant deteriorated traffic conditions or that I had to change my clothes, my visceral concern for the environment was zero.

But when I…


Gifts — We all want them, we all get them, but what do we do with them? As we are socially obliged to buy holiday gifts for parents, siblings, cousins, grandparents, ex-uncles, friends, bosses, and coworkers, we sometimes can’t resist the temptation to scour Amazon (or the ‘As seen on TV’ shelf at RiteAid) for the perfect one-size-fits-all present. And sure, while a cheetah print Huggle (knockoff Snuggie with a hood) or a PotatoExpress microwave potato cooker might be on some wish lists, these items are more typically fated for the back corner of the basement.

And while most of…


Sometimes, life’s problems encroach on you like a pack of angry dogs, but you never have enough time, money, or energy to fight back. Instead, you subdue them with juicy handfuls of dollar bills. You order another time-saving appliance, you download another finance app, and you procure an expensive jar of powdered superfood.

But just as subduing a pack of dogs with treats will attract more dogs, subduing your problems with money will likely create more problems. …


After forty years in the same kitchen, my grandma’s potato peeler finally broke. It wasn’t a particularly interesting peeler — what kitchen utensil really is? — but it had a pastel yellow handle reminiscent of its 1975 glory days, and only one blade because the other had recently broken off.

My grandma had worked that potato peeler hard, because like any good German grandmother, she made a lot of potato salad. The peeler had skinned thousands of potatoes; potatoes that fed my great grandmother, my mom and uncle as teenagers, my brother and I, and my cousin’s kids. …


If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

In 2005, I printed out the main tenet of Murphy’s Law and hung it on the wall by my bed.

While not actually relevant to my middle-school life, the phrase “Everything that can go wrong will go wrong” sounded about as moody as my sullen 12 year old self felt. So I hung it on my wall.

I outgrew my tweenager cynicism and for thirteen years forgot those words which I’d read like a sad prayer every night before bed. But as I wrapped a scarf over my face…


Van Life Kinda Suckssss

After living in a 1981 Ford Econoline with my boyfriend for one year, I learned to seek comfort in the small, boxy space. My boyfriend had lined the walls with cedar planks, installed a raised platform for a bed with storage underneath, and built out a countertop complete with a manual pump sink and a stove. I had my own cubby by the back door for my clothes, and a Yeti cooler sat behind the driver’s seat.

We had a small fan in the roof, which pumped in cool air efficiently when the wind was blowing…


Last week, we had no electricity because our sailboat’s inverter was broken. No lights, no space heater, nowhere to charge a phone. The prognosis for the inverter was grim, because we knew nothing about how the heck it worked or how to fix it.

We lived in the dark, literally and metaphorically.

To an untrained eye (such as mine), sailboats are a means of minimalistic living. They have small, ergonomic layouts. They are powered by the wind. They float like a rubber ducky.

While we boat shopped, I presumed that structural integrity is the main element of a good vessel…

Darby Hane

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