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 performer in Berkeley, Calif. I'm married to a big Jew nose and together we have a fantastic little boy, two gorgeous dogs and the afterlife of a beautiful cat. I am represented by Miriam Altshuler of Miriam Altshuler Literary Agency. Life is good!