“We have waged a war, or rather let a war be waged, against all of the animals we eat. This war is new and it has a name: factory farming.”
Coming to terms with the reality facing those of us who are parents of a generation that will not know life without the Internet.
If only those random strangers on Facebook could see THIS post. HOOOOOO!
The cautionary tale strikes again.
These are the faces of women who have set out to improve maternal mortality rates in this country.
I’m going to lure you with this innocent picture of Coco into a deranged and diagnosable seven-minute span of my day. Let’s do this.
I could have watched a movie on this flight but instead I had a few hours alone to write and it feels so amazing that I feel like I’m flying. OH WAIT.
The pins I stick in a map of where I have traveled are starting to look like a severe case of acne.
It is yet again that time of year, I just realized. Which could explain why I feel like I just guzzled a pitcher of fire.
I now have figurines to help facilitate the lessons I will teach my children about certain online behavior.