It comes and it goes: violence, peace, hatred, love. I can and I can’t live without it, the television news, I mean. I shut it off and I feel alienated from the outside world, from all those things I can do something about to make this place … Read More
She could have been my mother; she looked rather like her. A few years over 60, nicely dressed, sitting a table or two away from where I was dining. And when our gaze met, it was as if my mother had just laid eyes on me: she … Read More
Animal rights is the single greatest calling facing the human race. Our movement tackles nearly every aspect of so-called civilized society — and consists of human beings, not animals. And there are billions of them, weaved so firmly into our daily fabric we ourselves who care about … Read More
I admit it. I enjoy the Backstreet Boys’ megahit song, “I Want It That Way.” There’s something about its harmony, its rhythm, that enables me, despite its literal translation, to escape the grim reality of our work long enough to actually feel good about being alive.
I floated lazily downstream on a makeshift raft I had created, the hot afternoon sun tanning my young skin, bees buzzing the honeysuckle that grew along its banks, a green-eyed dragonfly hovering before my hand-shielded face. There weren’t any other sounds for miles, just the running water … Read More
I called him “Dusty” because he was found among the debris in a slaughterhouse yard, so weak from starvation and disease, he could barely stand without locking his hindlegs together for balance. I picked him up for $100; just a two-year-old registered Arabian nobody had cared about, on … Read More