If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

Choosing leaf or flesh, factory farm or family farm, does not in itself change the world, but teaching ourselves, our children, our local communities, and our nation to choose conscience over ease can.

How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.

I observe, I write, I try not to remember the life that I didn't want to loose but lost and have to remember, being here fills my heart with so much joy, even if the joy isn't mine, and at the end of the day I fill the suitcase with old news.

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.

But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.

Living on a planet of fixed size requires compromise, and while we are the only party capable of negotiating, we are not the only party at the table. We've never claimed more, and we've never had less.