Sometimes I’d come in Just to make sure he hadn’t floated up to the ceiling And to ask him what else he could tell me about love.
January 22, 2015
In her internal onslaught, she needed to meet face to face with her antagonists. She opened an ancient double-hinged door. The heaviness was tremendous. The circular iron rings pressed cruelly into her palms. She remained focused on a vision branded into her being and tattooed on her soul.
My hero is Chris DeRose, founder of Last Chance for Animals, who in a true stealth rescue operation, broke into a university laboratory and saved the dogs, cats who had been cut open, loosely stitched back together, keeping their organs from slipping out of their bodies while the grateful ...