Being an animal advocate means tears -- both shed and unshed. It means thinking about those who were unwanted, walked to The Room, and killed. The sweet beating hearts stopped unceremoniously, the eyes with death-shade drawn. It's sometimes too much to bear. Like today.
I'm a writer and storyteller in Berkeley, CA. If you're wondering where that is, follow the smell of patchouli and skunkweed. There you'll find me with my kickass husband, gorgeous little boy, and manic Lab-Australian Shepherd mix pups. I'm represented by Miriam Altshuler of DeFiore & Co., but of course, my views are my own.