We do children an enormous disservice when we assume that they cannot appreciate anything beyond drive through fare and nutritionally marginal, kid-targeted convenience foods. Our children are capable of consuming something that grew in a garden or on a tree and never saw a deep fryer. They are capable of making it through diner at a sit-down restaurant with tablecloths and no climbing equipment. Children deserve quality nourishment.

There are some things that money can't buy: peace of mind, for starters, and lean muscle mass. Neither the Queen of England nor the founder of Microsoft can put in an order for either one.

My calling, as one imperfect human, is to celebrate and uphold life every time I get the chance.

Being vegan is a glorious adventure. It touches every aspect of my life - my relationships, how I relate to the world.

If you celebrate your differentness, the world will, too. It believes exactly what you tell it.

"Make your plate look like a Christmas tree," I tell people, "mostly green with splashes of other bright colors."

Because love encompasses everything, nothing is unimportant, including tonight's dinner menu. Think about it for a minute. If you were pure love, the loving parent of all life, how would you want people to eat?