Moo has been found!

A little but delayed with the update, but Moo and I have been reunited again! He was found near the summit where I lost him, 11 days after our separation, by some day hikers. Apparently he was in good spirits and had been playing with numerous hikers along the way. On the way down he was passed between a few different hikers who fed him some of their snacks (primarily some yummy beef jerky as I’m told) and took absolutely superb care of him. He was dropped off in Monson, Maine by a family and cared for by the wonderful people who had sent out a search party when I first arrived.

After 11 days in the wilderness he has lost a surprisingly small amount of weight and is in spectacular shape, no injuries of any kind and seems to be just as happy go lucky as he always has been. I assume he foraged for food items and made his way to water, surviving on instinct and honing the mountain dog skills. Since our reunion he’s been recovering nicely on the farm that we’re working at and we plan on hitting the trail on Wednesday again.

I am still blown away by the staggering amounts of kindness I’ve received along the trail. To get back to Monson it would have cost me $140 by shuttle service, but the hiker community really banded together to help me out. Two veteran thruhikers offered to drive me up free of charge merely because they thought it would be payment enough to visit old memories in a trail town. The wonderful people who cared for Moo refused any kind of payment I had offered, even reimbursement for money spent on dog food because “it was payment enough receiving the love they did from such a wonderful dog”. Thank you. Thank you so much for everything that you’ve done for me. So many trail angels have my endless gratitude for bringing my best friend back to me.

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When my children start to express curiosity about sexuality, I am not going to tell them that they’re too young to be asking or that “if you have sex you get pregnant”. The age at which children start to ask about sex indicates they are already ready to be talking about it. Some parents may find it is much earlier than they expected, and others may find that their children never want to talk about sexuality. It is a very personal subject, but it should not be taboo.

When a girl walks into the restaurant wearing a tight skirt, I am not going to tell my daughter that the girl is a slut and forbid her from dressing similarly. Instead, I am not going to comment at all unless someone else does. Whether it is a nudist walking in or a woman wearing a burka, it will not be my place to comment and I will teach my children to never voice their judgments either. However, if my children or anyone else comments on the “slut” walking in, I am going to tell them that you cannot judge how many people someone sleeps with based off how they dress, and that you should not judge them based off how many people they sleep with either.

When my son teases his friend that he is being a “pussy”, I will chastise him. I will not have my children contribute to a society that condemns femininity. I am also going to tell my son that he is not obligated to dedicate his life to masculinity, nor sentence anyone else to a specific gender role. My children will not think that their gender correlates to a specific color or behavior. People are not pure shades of pink and blue, but rather unique combinations with real texture.

When my children start to lock their doors and bring home partners, I am not going to forbid them from getting physical or demand to know every detail. Instead, I will make sure that they know everything about being safe and have clear access to protection. I will not be that parent that starts screaming hysterically when they find a condom in their child’s bedroom. Through communication and honesty, I will make sure that my children can have the safest and most fulfilling sex life possible.

" —the way sexuality was never addressed in my family (via

This poem is one of my brother’s that he got published. My mom also writes poetry & is thinking of putting out a book. It’s just proof that poetry sometimes runs in families, lol. First name blurred because my bro asked me to, but I just had to share this piece with you all because it’s amazing & I am so proud of his brain.