I am an author who's first book will be out in just a few months. I am also a very busy mother, and have at times been called a tree hugger.

Here is a blurb from my upcoming book "Bonded Souls" :

The dead trees in the graveyard were bare. Their bony branches seemed to reach out for the snow clouds building in the grey sky. The grass lay hidden below a winters worth of snow and ice. Even the birds were quiet as if in mourning for the young life that had been lost. I stared at the flag draped coffin before me ready to be dropped into its waiting, dark hole. My breath was visible in the air. A sign of life I would never see from Steven again. The thought of his lifeless body in that box, never to rise from below the earth that would be his new home made me sick. In that moment, reality hit me. I would never see Steven again.
I wanted more than anything to be in that plot next to him. Life just didn't seem worth going through without him. There was nothing to wake up for, and nothing to look forward to. Everything was gone There was nothing I could do to change it, but how was I supposed to accept it?
I listened to the deep moan of the minister’s voice as it dragged on; but I couldn’t make out his words. It was like the annoying buzz of a fly in my ears. My mind in another place as I stared helplessly at my hands; following each line in them from beginning to end with my eyes. I did everything I could to avoid thinking about the service around me. I didn’t want to face the final good-bye I knew was inevitable.
“Sarah would you like to say a few words.” The minister turned his attention to me. His peaceful, chubby face urged me to say something. I stood silently, staring out over the crowd for a moment before my mind began to map out words.
“Steven was my best friend, and greatest love.” I started in a voice barely above a whisper. I worked my voice up to higher volumes as I went on.
“We planned to grow old together. He helped me discover love, and the many wonderful things that can come of it. It was as if we were born hand in hand. He showed me love on a deeper level.” I smiled a bit thinking of our last night together on the lake shore. How magical it had been. Memories started to rush back like a tidal wave. They sent me into a whirlwind of emotion. His touch, smile, and laugh were all so clear again. For no apparent reason, I became angry. More angry than I’d ever been in my life. Heat rushed through my body settling in my ear lobes, and face.
“You said you would be home before I knew it.” I screamed at the wooden box.
“What about November, Steven? Did you forget about that? What about our plans? I don’t understand. Why did you leave me alone? I don’t know what to do now. I don’t know what to do without you. Part of me is gone. Damn it Steven I loved you so much, and now you’re gone.” I fell to my knees on the cold, hard earth. I was so overwhelmed I thought I was having a breakdown. I gasped for air that seemed too thick to breathe in. I sat alone sobbing, only allowing Mrs. Cooper to try to ease my pain. With her arms around my shoulders, we cried together. She began to rock back and forth as if I were a baby in her arms. We didn’t notice the minister or the hundreds of people who sadly stared at us. It was just she and I there, sharing our horrendous grief.