My Top 5 Vegan Personal Care Products

I’ve been vegan for over fifteen years now and, over the course of that time, the number of vegan products has increased steadily. Then, in the last few years, the demand for, and availability of, these products has skyrocketed. It used to be a real challenge to find products that were not tested on animals, let alone those without any animal ingredients. Times have changed, you can now find cruelty-free products just about anywhere. With just a little label reading, it’s now

Ostara; The Time of New Beginnings

This Saturday, March 20th, is Ostara, also known as the spring equinox, vernal equinox, or the first day of spring. Ostara is a pagan holiday, one of the eight Sabbats celebrating the changing of the seasons. World History Encyclopedia has an article explaining the Wheel of the Year and each of the Sabbats, in detail. Ostara is named for the goddess Eostre, the Germanic goddess of the dawn, and is the origin for the Christian Easter. Spring is a time of rebirth, the time when

5 Reasons You Should Get a Tattoo (I Mean, If You Want One)

Just to be clear, I am not trying to encourage anyone to have something permanently applied to their body that they’re not absolutely certain that they want but, if you have been considering getting a tattoo, and just haven’t quite made the leap, here are some reasons why you should. 1- The tattoo process can be a really powerful experience. I mentioned in previous posts that I was getting a new tattoo. I have been wanting this particular design for a long time, and it feels

Book Lovers: 3 Ways to Better Yourself Through Reading Fiction

If you enjoy reading, you know the positive impact a good work of fiction can have on your mood, but did you know that it can affect other aspects of your life as well? As a writer, I often find myself focusing on my own work, and not taking the time to read as much as I would like to. Science tells us that there are a multitude of good reasons why we should set aside time in our days to get lost in a good story. Christine Seifert, a professor of communication at Westminster

Car Trouble

Anyone who knows me could probably tell you that I have had some pretty bad luck with vehicles, in my day. I won’t deny that some of this is entirely my own fault. When I was younger, I was not the most responsible, or skilled, driver. I also don’t take the best care of my cars; I don’t keep up with maintenance, I don’t always notice when something is starting to go wrong, plus, because of where I live, I drive them on shitty roads everyday, which is bound to tear them up eve

Social Media

Lately I’ve been doing a rather poor job of keeping up with my social media stuff. I’ve had emails piling up, I’ve been ignoring my Facebook notifications, neglecting to post on Instagram and Twitter, even these weekly blog posts have seemed like more trouble than they’re worth. It’s not like I’ve had a lot going on or anything; I’m still not back to my actual job. The thing is, every once in a while, I get really disillusioned with the whole social media experience. I don’t


You know how there are those people who focus everything on their careers? People who spend all of their time at work, and never take vacations, and don’t spend enough time with their friends or family, and think about work when they’re at home? I feel like I was meant to be one of those people. This is frequently thought of as a bad thing, or at least an unhealthy thing. These people end up neglecting their spouses and their kids, they lose their friends, they never really r

Audio Book

I think I mentioned before that I have been working on recording an audio book for Myths & Music. Well, I am still working on it. That turned out to be much more of a pain in the ass than I anticipated. My house is so fucking loud all the time that recording the thing was nearly impossible. I got into the habit of staying up until five or six in the morning, so that I could record when it was quieter. Still, I ended up having to do some parts of the recording multiple times,


I actually got the first half of my tattoo last week. I’m really pleased with the way it’s looking, though it’s obviously not healed yet, and I still have to go back for the second half. I explained, in a previous post, why I felt the need to get a tattoo, but I didn’t explain the particular one that I was getting. The half that I got is a quote from the Hellblazer comics, and possibly my favorite quote of all time. “Reality’s just a story that’s taken on a life of its own.”

No Sense In It

I do a lot of things in my life that really don’t make much sense. I mean, in my mind, I can justify all of them; I can give perfectly logical answers for why I do them, offer up reasons why they do make sense. The truth is though, they just don’t, and I know it. I can offer up as many explanations as I want, but I’ll always know that they’re mostly bullshit. One of the most glaring examples of this is the amount of effort I put into my appearance. This is especially true whe

Tarot Reading

A few months ago, I did a tarot reading for myself. I asked for guidance in regard to what I should do with my life, I guess specifically I wanted to know if I should even bother with this whole writing thing. Overall, the reading seemed pretty promising, at least to me. I mean, it wasn’t great; the last card, which is supposed to be the overall outcome, basically said, “You’re going to end up totally overwhelmed and feel like you are doing everything by yourself.” Still, I t

A Yule Miracle (or Something)

So, on Yule, I was on my way to my mom’s house, and I saw something in the road. It was kind of an off-white color, fairly small and sort of round, and it was just sitting in the center of my lane. I thought it was a fast-food bag. Food bags and beer cans are an expected sighting, on or along the road, every few feet, from my house to the main road. So I thought nothing of it. As I got close, it moved, and I realized it was something living. I hit my breaks, but knew I was to

I Can Totally Do That

This post is semi-related to my last post. You see, while thinking about how much I needed to get a new tattoo, I also started thinking about other things I wanted to do. The thing is, I’m kind of over the whole idea of being a human. I used to make some minimal effort to be attractive to other people but, now that I’ve realized that I have no desire to ever date again, I don’t actually give a shit about that anymore. Now I just want to look the way I want to look. The things

A Fresh Coat of Paint

I’ve been getting kind of antsy lately. I’m sure it’s partly for the same reason that everyone else is; that we still can’t really go anywhere, or do anything, or see people. Then again, I never really did those things much in the first place. This is just a thing that happens to me, periodically. I get all anxious and feel like I need to do something. By do something, I usually mean, alter myself in some way. I’m pretty much always sort of “working on myself” anyway; learnin


I’m considering trying something a little different, with my blog posts, in the future. I told myself, when I started this blog, that I was going to be totally honest. I was going to, at least some of the time, talk about personal stuff, and do so in a way that was open, and not toned-down, for the sake of my own comfort. I feel like I have done that, to some extent, but that, even when I’m writing about deeply personal stuff, I tend to do so in a kind of formal and detached

Frank Bittinger Interview

I did an interview with fellow vegan, paranormal fiction writer, Frank Bittinger. His answers were wonderful and inspiring. Thank you so much, Frank! 1- How would you describe your work? My work I describe as “Strange, dark tales.” As a reader, you will find elements from several genres: humor, horror, weird fiction, mystery, etc. I like combining these different elements to create something I would read and something of which I am extremely proud. A story doesn’t have to be

The Tunnel

Since I finished my series of posts about Farm Sanctuary, I figured I might as well share another poem. This is one that I wrote back in college, and found in a notebook a few years ago. So, fair warning, it's pretty dark (no pun intended). Walking. Walking through darkness. Darkness so deep I can feel it on my skin. Things move in the darkness. I can’t see them. I tell myself they’re not there. They want to destroy me. If I stop they’ll get me. So I keep moving, always movin

Farm Sanctuary Part Eight: Snow Storm

This is going to be my last post about Farm Sanctuary, for a while. I will probably do another series of posts, about my internship at the Acton Shelter, at a later date. You can find the rest of the posts in the series here (1,2,3,4,5,6,7). I want to end my story about my time at Watkins Glen by telling you about an experience I had, while I was there, that I think may have changed the whole direction of my life. At the time, it was the most terrifying thing that has ever ha

Farm Sanctuary Part Seven: Other Residents

You can find the previous posts in this series here (1,2,3,4,5,6). Truthfully, I think every animal I encountered during my internship, at the Watkins Glen shelter, had an impact on my life, but some certainly had a deeper effect than others. I have talked about most of the more profound ones already, but there are a few more who are a bit harder to explain. It wasn’t so much anything they did, that touched me, it was just the way they made me feel. I’m not sure that I will b

Farm Sanctuary Part Six: Pearl and Jeremiah

This is a continuation of my story about my internship, at Farm Sanctuary’s Watkins Glen shelter. Previous posts in this series can be found here (1,2,3,4,5). Last week I talked about Dean-O; this week I would like to tell you about another kindhearted rooster, and the blind turkey he cared for. There were some residents at the shelter who I felt a deep connection with, despite them not being particularly fond of interacting with humans. Some of these animals had such a deep