I’m Laura Moretti. I was born in Massachusetts, on a U.S. Air Force Base nearly forty-three years ago; my father retired as a colonel. I was raised across the globe from Europe to South America. These childhood experiences in other countries not only triggered my animal rights activism, but also helped me to enjoy the differences between animals and humans, as well as between other cultures and our own.
I enjoy history, politics, Native American philosophy, writing fiction, and spending time with the two cats (who live with me) and a horse that I rescued from slaughter about seven years ago. I also enjoy close family ties, good books, and really good movies. Although I can’t truly say that I enjoy animal rights activism, I’m thankful that it is in my life. Ignorance is not bliss.
I have very vivid memories of certain shocking events that took place in both Spain and Bolivia when I was six and nine years old, respectively.
When I was six, a large white husky-type dog followed me home from school. It seems that I was always bringing home animals, from beetles to frogs and gophers to snakes, plus cats and dogs. So I didn’t think anything of this huge white dog who trailed me along the pathway. He stood nearly at my shoulder and was covered in a thick, dense coat. In my view, he was utterly massive and strikingly beautiful.