Some two years ago, when my little website was really just a blog, I wrote an article about Matt and Nat, a Canadian Accessory Company that is vegan in thought and in deed. I wrote this article at a time in my life when I was really searching to understand what being vegan means to me. I am still in the process of educating myself about my own veganism and now my AR activism, a search that likely will continue …
Tradition is defined as:
The passing down of elements of a culture from generation to generation, especially by oral communication.
Man, if I had a nickel for every time I heard the word “tradition” around holiday time, multiplied by my days on this earth thus far, I would be rich! Well, maybe not rich considering the cost of living and the peckish health of the Canadian dollar at this moment, but a little bit richer, monetarily speaking. People, myself included, …
“And the saga continues”,
she said as she opened the newspaper (The Montreal Gazette) to see that Dr Alan Herscovici of the The Fur Council of Canada chose to write a ridiculous and biased response to Karen Messier’s letter to the editor. Let’s get to it, so that you can form your own opinion before I give mine. Believe you me, I do have an opinion.
Karen Messier has a right to her opinion about fur, just as some people …
A little nudging from one’s friends can be good thing, especially when it comes to actively advocating for all nations of animals who are captured, bred and confined for our malevolent pleasure. In the farmed animal industry 65 – 70 billion land animals and trillions of aquatic animals are murdered annually.
Upon reading these gruesome figures, some might think that I made a couple of big typos, but sadly these figures are accurate. The figure for the aquatic animals …
Motherhood floats my boat. I can remember clearly and vividly and with much love the day my mother walked through the front of our home with her fifth and last child – “littlest sister”. I am the middle child of five and had just turned six and Santa had just come and gone. Much to my mother’s dismay, she had spent Christmas in the hospital waving down to us as we stood under her window on the frosty, crunchy, winter …
