Ecological Grief with a Side of Erosion

Yes, I’ve cried over a dead wolf.

Yes, I’ve yelled at a developer tearing down forest for a golf club.

And yes, I’ve written angry notes in the margins of environmental impact reports.

That's ecological grief in real time. It’s what happens when you care enough to notice what’s missing in our world, in our parks, in our yards.

But here’s the thing:

Grief means you’re still in the game. You're still showing up. You're still planting native wildflowers and hoping they take root.

Some days the world breaks your heart. Other days, a wolf howls back. And you keep going...for those days.

How do you deal with it?
Swear a little. Hike a lot. Hug a dog.
Then go do something that matters, however small.

~Jess Taylor~Check out my story July 25th in paperback and Kindle

Set in the remote Adirondacks, where wolves have returned after a century-long absence, We Weren’t Meant to Be Wolves is a chilling and darkly humorous story rooted in real-world conservation, identity, and the blurry lines between what we love and what we fear.