by Jane Broccolo | Mar 10, 2025 | All Posts, Animal Rights, The Human-Animal Connection, The Human-Animal Self, Veganism
Thank you for remembering we are all connected—not just to our pets and human relatables. The global mess we’re in is the outward expression of humanity’s disconnect from our empathetic animal selves. Please be vegan. Not just for the sake of goats. But...
by Jane Broccolo | Feb 16, 2025 | All Posts, Animal Rights, The Human-Animal Connection, Veganism
Thanks to the smarts of this lobster on death row in a French market, the acquatic innocent is now free thanks to Emanuelle. A woman with exceptional reverence for the crustacean caught in the net of human disconnect, ignorance, and greed. On the surface, an...
by Jane Broccolo | Nov 28, 2016 | All Posts, Animal Rights, Veganism
We all love the feeling of wild horses kicking up their heels, galloping with manes flying through infinity across America’s great landscapes and the untamed scope of our dreams. Thanks to American Wild Horse Preservation...
by Jane Broccolo | Jun 8, 2016 | All Posts, Animal Communication, Animal Healing, Animal Intelligence, Animal Rights, The Human-Animal Connection
Reminiscence of a true sense of horse sense eventually does show up at about 3/4 of the way down this page. In the meantime, the story goes like this: We hiked up a gold grass hill in the far eastern edge of Milpitas. It was hot. Real hot. 115 Degrees Farenheit hot....
by Jane Broccolo | Apr 28, 2016 | All Posts, Animal Rights, The Human-Animal Connection, The Human-Animal Self, Veganism
I could have used the support of a rehab while I was in recovery from meat addiction in 1978. It was pretty lonely back then. Now, you can go online and instantly receive support and encouragement if you’re a vegan newbie, or wannabee. Thanks to All Creatures...
by Jane Broccolo | Apr 9, 2016 | All Posts, Animal Rights, The Human-Animal Connection
I kept straight ahead trailing in his wake, in footsteps he and multitudes of others, human and nonhuman—the rats, the roaches, the pigeons—left behind on that sidewalk…some dancing, some not, on my way home. That summer, my dance of love for all life on earth,...
