“When I was 7 years old, I traveled to the Florida Keys with my grandmother and learned to snorkel, spending most of the day, every day, for over a week, peering down at countless corals bursting in indescribable shapes and glorious colors.
Nearly 30 years later, I returned to the same beaches, eager to strap on my mask and dive in. I was excited to show my West Coast-raised partner the beauty I knew to be hidden beneath the gentle aquamarine surface.
But there was no color left.”
However, there’s hope. Some intrepid scientists are using some creative techniques, including IVF, to help baby coral survive a challenging new landscape. I got to talk to them for this article for The Daily Beast.