Tag Archives: Pigs

Happily Ever Esther

This past weekend was Thanksgiving in Canada and Julian and I had the much-anticipated opportunity to go and see Esther the Wonder Pig in her new home at Happily Ever Esther Sanctuary in Campbellville, Ontario.  If you’re not sure who Esther is, she is a rescued pig who was thought to be a “mini pig” when couple Derek and Steve first welcomed her into their home.   Even after being informed by a vet that Esther was likely not a mini pig after all due to her docked tail – a sign indicative of today’s animal agriculture practices – they had already fallen in love with her and 670 lbs of not-so-mini-pig later, their lives have changed completely.  Soon after getting Esther, Derek and Steve made the connection between her and what they were eating and went vegan.  Then last year they were able to purchase property in Campbellville and opened a Sanctuary in Esther’s name.  I highly recommend checking out her Facebook page (it’s impossible not to feel better after reading it) and you can also read the post I wrote about her last year. Continue reading

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The Farce is Strong with This One

As a vegan, I believe in active resistance and non-violence.  Sadly, this does not mean I never have a violent thought.  Far from it.  At any given moment there’s an entire fight sequence going on in my head and as much as I strive to be most like Wonder Woman, the reality is I am much closer to being the Hulk. In the words of Bruce Banner from the latest Avengers’ movie when asked what his secret weapon is for being able to control his anger and turn into the Hulk at any given moment: “That’s my secret. I’m always angry.”

There are two particular stores in Toronto that make me want to hulk-out regularly and throw a brick through the window every time I pass them.  I wouldn’t (at least not during working hours when people are in there) but dear god, the urge is strong.  One is called, Bacon Nation, and they also have a food truck in the city that says, “Go Pig or Go Home” splashed across the front and well, fuck them. Continue reading

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Sanctuary

This past weekend Julian and I had the privilege of spending four days at an animal sanctuary in Woodstock, New York. This year marked a few milestones for us – our 5-year wedding anniversary, we both turned 40, I joined Julian and went vegan – and we wanted to do something special to celebrate. We decided on Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary because it was co-founded by Jenny Brown and her book, The Lucky Ones, was one of the first books I’d ever read about farm animals after deciding to try a plant-based diet.  A friend bought it for me and it was only after reading it that I really understood what a sanctuary was.  It’s not a zoo (petting or otherwise), it’s not an aquarium and it’s not a museum where animals are on display for the amusement and study of human visitors. A sanctuary is a safe and sacred refuge where animals get to live out their lives in peace, liberated and free from the threat of slaughter, confinement, forced breeding and the general misery of factory farms.  Their only “job” is to live as they were meant to, roaming the grounds while foraging for food, sleeping, playing, and getting some well-deserved nuzzles from fellow animals and humans. A sanctuary is their home and I felt very different walking those grounds: I was there for them and not the other way around. Continue reading

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Bearing Witness

My husband, Julian, and I just returned from two weeks vacation in Winnipeg, Manitoba.  We spent the time with family catching up, going on a few outings, sharing great meals and noodling around the city.

One day my dad suggested we go up to Grand Forks, North Dakota, which is only about two and a half hours away from where he lives.  I hadn’t been to the United States in years and it had been awhile since I’d gone across the border in a car. The drive to and through North Dakota was much the same as the drive from Ontario to Manitoba: long, flat, straight and, well, kinda boring after a few hours. But it was a road trip and a great way for us to spend the day together. Continue reading

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Esther the Wonder Pig

One of the things I learned early on as a new vegan is you have to temper the horrors with some happy otherwise you’ll blow your brains out.  It’s why I don’t read any graphic books before going to bed and keep lighter reading on my bedside table (a friend of mine just lent me the-not-vegan-related-but-ironically-titled Listen to the Squawking Chicken by Elaine Lui of Lainey Gossip, and I can’t put it down). Despite the steaming pile of shit-dung I think the world is most days, there is still a lot of joy to be found and I have to learn to discover that too, even as I see the bad. Continue reading

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