I’ve always been fond of tattoos. Not huge ones but small, stylistic ones that hold some sort of meaning to me. My first tattoo was at the age of 21: a feather because I am ¼ Native American. Didn’t get my 2nd until I was 35 when I started volunteering in greyhound rescue: a greyhound in flight with my dogs ear tattoos underneath (Racing greyhounds have the inside of their ears tattooed as puppies with their registration number and birth info). My next tattoo I got last year: The Pi sign to honor my Dad. He passed away on 4/26/2010 from a rare auto-immune disease. He was an evolutionary psychologist and loved the Pi sign. I thought that was going to be my last one . . . but now I love someone who needs a kidney (whether he wants me in his life or not, I still love him) . . . . I’ve always checked that ‘organ donor’ box on my driver’s license, never though twice about it. But now that tiny, little box means so much more to me. SO . . . on Sunday I’ll be getting a ‘Donate Life’ tattoo. I can’t wait