Little Essays on Being Vegan: Am I Tempted?

The short answer is no. No, I am not tempted. I do not crave meat, fish, eggs, dairy, or other animal flesh or products. I only rarely buy the fake meat products made for vegans. Have I enjoyed many culinary pleasures made of animals and animal products? Damn right I have. Do I miss them? No, not really; and when I do, it is the rare conflation of sentiment, tradition, smell, and memory that...

Little Essays on Being Vegan: Do You Cheat?

Tucking into my three tacos from Veggie Grill (my favorite vegan chain restaurant), a family friend asks me, "Do you cheat?" The rest of my meat, dairy, and egg-eating in-laws fell silent as they strained to hear my answer. This was our annual family barbecue, and never one to burden others with my different eating habits, I always bring my own meal. Veggie Grill allows me to order and pay...

Little Essays on Being Vegan: No, There’s Nothing Wrong With Me.

We have all met the people who were forced to make lifestyle changes to save their health, or even their life. Maybe that person is you. Most people would happily go on eating the way they always have and doing what they have always done if it weren't for that pesky heart attack that almost killed them, or a grim cancer diagnosis. It takes a pretty significant crisis to get people to radically...

Choosing Our Battles, Defining Our Terms

In high school, I was fascinated with the knowledge that my thoughts may not be my own. I voraciously read Subliminal Seduction and every other book about neurolinguistic programming, advertising, and other forms of mental and emotional manipulation. I abhorred the fact that the things I thought, or bought were furthering someone else's agenda, one that may not have my best interests at heart. I...

Weekly Reflections, 16 November 2013

Last night, I awoke from a dream, crying. In my dream, I was remembering my last moments with my dog, Oliver, as I was about to have him euthanized. Only this time, I was begging; begging my Gods, begging the veterinarian and staff that he not die in distress and that I should be the last he saw before he drew his last breath and his heart beat its last rhythmic thump. I remembered stroking his...