We here at Freerange love animals. For the most part, we don’t eat them. (More than half our staff is made up of vegetarians). For another, we spend a good bit of time sharing photos on our phones of our dogs before our meetings actually commence. In fact, Molly, Freerange’s Managing Director, is the official “dog Godmother” of my two mutts, and yes, I have a facebook fan page for them. And look at our logo: it’s a chicken. On a typewriter. Let it be known that we’re just crazy about animals! So we decided to dedicate the December Freerange Nonfiction installment to their welfare.
For our Wednesday, December 7th show, I’ve asked three amazing women to read from their books that, in one way or another, have something to do with animals. We’ll be featuring the extremely engaging authors ALISON ESPACH (The Adults), ALISON SMITH (Name All the Animals) and HANNAH TINTI (Animal Crackers) for a night of some literature and animal appreciation.
BUT THAT’S NOT ALL! All the proceeds from the door will be going straight to one of my favorite places in the world, THE WOODSTOCK FARM ANIMAL SANCTUARY. The WFAS provides shelter to cows, pigs, chickens, turkeys, ducks, sheep, and goats who have been rescued from cases of abuse, neglect and abandonment. The nonprofit organization is driven by the simple philosophy that kindness and respect to animals is our moral duty and that all the creatures that share this earth are here with us and not for us.Like our faithful dogs and lap-sitting cats, (and hard-working Freerange writers), farm animals are feeling individuals who deserve to be treated with compassion and to live free of fear and suffering.
We look forward to seeing you on December 7th!
In the meantime, we’re glad to share an essay by Kirsti Sandi on this week’s Freshly Hatched:
Tom and Ann never quite fit in. First, there was the way they talked. Though they claimed to be native Pennsylvanians, their accents sounded like an actor’s exaggerated version of a Bostonian. Then there were the clothes. Ann wore navy sweaters with whales on them, denim skirts, knee socks, while the rest of the neighbor ladies still lounged in their polyester pants suits as though the 70s might somehow return.
Read the rest of “Containment Theory” by clicking HERE.
Have a wonderful week, friends.
Founder & Executive Director of Freerange Nonfiction