I know way too many young moms whose lives have been cut short by cancer.
Broken down world, heaving and sore. Snow sticks to boots and its flakes, none like the other, clump on lashes. Babies fly into the day, drink and grow into big people, untold seeds.
My flight touched down in Edmonton and I waited, squirmy baby in my arms, for the next set of passengers to board before we took off to Regina.
When I watched the disturbing documentary, Earthlings, a few months back, it was the first step in a journey I didn’t know I was about to take.
Last night Steve and I watched Earthlings. Have you seen it? I didn’t really know too much about it other than it was intense. I like a good documentary and thought it would be informative. Well, it was.