I am a complex single mother with a true passion for story, written in a way they captivate the widest audience possible. I would love to publish pieces and further the genre of educational story telling.
(213)-555-4321
Angelabrockus@icloud.com
Query Letter Readers Digest
03/13/2020
Readers Digest
Editor
750 3rd ave., 3rd Floor
Manhattan, New York City, NY 10017 Dear Readers Digest:
I hope you will consider this story I have here for publication in your next edition, I feel this will fit in the Readers Digest quite nicely.
This is a true story of a young woman facing a life changing decision, whether or not to have children. The story will cover topics such as Endometriosis, motherhood and relationships with sperm donors. Endometriosis is a condition that if not treated will prevent a woman from being able to have children. In order to have a hope of having any children, women have to undergo a costly surgery or have at least one child. The article will cover the subject’s deliberation and making a choice that will affect her and the donor for the rest of their lives.
I am a complex single mother with a true passion for story written in a way they captivate the widest audience possible. I would love to publish pieces and further the genre of educational story telling.
Sincerely,
Angela D Brockus
Endometriosis causes pain for many
One Way to Avoid being Childless, How to Defy Nature.
(Names have been changed to respect the privacy if those involved)
The U.S. Department of Health & Human Services estimates that no fewer than 11% of all Women in the U.S. alone suffer from a debilitating condition called Endometriosis. This afflicts women only with severe pain and often times many other complications related to but not limited to difficulty bearing children. Most women who are diagnosed with this condition are treated between the ages of fifteen and forty-four.
This condition is more than a numbers game for those who suffer, lives are forever changed due to the existence of this condition that some might say to be mild in nature. The doctor told [Dawn] that if she did not “get on the stick” and “soon” that she would have to consider a hysterectomy as the only option.
[Dawn] was only twenty-five years old. She worked hard and had not planned for this to be an option now. I ran my own business, an art gallery, and a small printing business.
Dawn sat across from her gynecologist stunned for what seemed an eternity, then finally, the words actually leave her mouth.
“I work every day, I am no longer in a relationship, and I am not ready to have a baby. What other options are there?” Doctor Finnigan stared at her, waiting for a respectable pause and answered, “there are none really.”
“If you want to have children, ever you better plan on it soon.”
[Dawn] walked out of the Doctors office with slips of paper that ordered her to go to other offices to get my blood drawn, to schedule surgery and one that explained why she needed to find a way to have a baby or be childless.
[Dawn] went to the first of her errands before going to work. She needed blood drawn and results needed to return before my scheduled surgery the day before my twenty-sixth birthday.
She showed up at work, an art gallery, a bit out of sorts. She assumed that her distress was showing on her face as her employees seemed concerned. Each asked if she was ok, feeling well? She decided to call a meeting and locked the door behind her after placing a “be right back in 15 minutes” sign on the door.
“Ok, here is the scoop, I am going in for a simple surgery on the eighteenth and will be out for a few days.”
She explained it was supposed to be a simple process, technically called an endoscopy to correct endometriosis, (link provided for imagery and general reference) the surgeon pumps the stomach up with gas like a bloated frog. They then cut a small hole in the belly button. Through the small hole, the doctor will insert a hose with a camera to find renegade bits of tissue that has somehow gotten lost. There is another hose with a remote set of tongs and a laser, “it’s not a big deal, really.” she says.
She notices one of her Lake Tahoe snowboard friends, [Thomas], at the door as she was begging to wrap up the meeting with her staff. She excuses herself to tell him to wait at the door. He agreed to wait.
“Ok Guys,” she says, “any questions or comments? There was a sigh relief and a “no, we’re all good”.
“Alright then, back it.” [Dawn] declared with forced cheeriness.
[Thomas] walked in and asked “What was all that about? Seemed kind of heavy.”
[Dawn] told him about the doctor’s appointment she had had and that she was faced with some long term decisions.
[Thomas] cocked his head to one side, squinted, and said: “Why? What’s the big deal, just go to a bar and BOOM!”
As he claps his hands
“Problem solved.” He finished in his blunt yet charming manner.
“What?” [Dawn] says, “I am not going to a bar to find some guy for a donation.”
“Why won’t you go to get it over with?” Asked [Thomas].
Instead of explaining every detail to him and going through all the reasons why, she really didn’t want to talk with him about that anyway, She just looked at him and rolled her eyes.
[Thomas] just stared at her with a deadpan look, until he could not hold it any longer then burst out into a laughter that was way too loud for the gallery to be discrete. He then proceeded to giggle and laugh nervously for what seemed far too long.
After he collected himself, he said, “why don’t you find a friend to help you out?” He looked at her and said, “I am your friend.” Then let out a genuine never-ending smile. [Dawn] responded to that smile, trying to object to his suggestion that he was a friend and may be able to lean on him for this special favor.
They had agreed to go their separate ways for eighteen years and even signed an agreement. That agreement to stay apart even as friends is why [Dawn] still holds onto guilt after all those years.
She took the chance and had her first son at the age of twenty-five.
She was a single mother by choice and planned to raise the boy herself until she caught him wearing her heals and clothes for work. At that point, she felt she was being selfish single parent.
Her son was two and a half when she met another man, one that seemed “too good to be true.” He said he had wished for children his entire life. He said they were his dream come true. After a while this man, we will call him [Eugene] asked [Dawn] to marry him, she talked herself into it, that was twenty-four years ago. She now has four children, of whom she has been the sole single parent.
“What I did not realize when I convinced myself to marry [Eugene] was some people are very good at hiding what they really are.”
She tells me.
I spoke with [Thomas], the father of [Dawn’s] son, (also named [Thomas]) shortly after he was located through Ancestry.com. Thomas Sr. prefers Tom, expressed his thrill in finding [Thomas}; he said: “I had looked for years, and I have been writing and sending letters for years.” He said there some that were returned, but most he had believed they were lost in a black hole.
Refrences:
https://www.womenshealth.gov/a-z-topics/endometriosis
(US Department of Health & Human Services article regarding endometrial tissue disorder)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endoscopy
(Wikipedia Commons article on Endoscopy Medical Device)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endometriosis
(Wikipedia Commons article on Endometriosis/womans helath condition affecting women of child bearing ages)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Tahoe
(Wikipedia Commons article on Lake Tahoe provided for visual interaction and enhancemmt)
(Ancestry.com DNA servies and family locating related services)
https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/health/conditions-and-diseases/endometriosis
(Johns Hopkins Medical/Endometriosis provided fro visuals/in house electronic phamphlet)
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Journalistic Integrity and Plagiarism
(LA Times update on Cox case)
Obsidian Fin. Group, LLC v. Cox, 740 F.3d 1284, 2014 U.S. App. LEXIS 948, 42 Media L. Rep. 1186
I have attached the PDF of the case from Lexis (legal research entity)
This case outcome was not a surprise, there was a precedence and there are codes of ethics as well as prior caselaw that Ms Cox should have been aware of as a journalist even in its most basic form. Ms. Cox was a Wolf who cried wolf or wanted to benefit from the best of both roles as both Grandma and a reporter in Grandma’s clothing.
A few cases post facto:
Abraham v. Greer, 509 S.W.3d 609, 2016 Tex. App. LEXIS 12729
In re: Federal media Shield bill.
https://supreme.findlaw.com/legal-commentary/the-federal-media-shield-bill-anonymity-and-the-definition-of-a-journalist.html
California state shield law:
https://leginfo.legislature.ca.gov/faces/billTextClient.xhtml?bill_id=201320140SB558
The Journalism Shield Test in the “Crystal Cox Case”
- Education in journalism.
- Credentials or proof of affiliation with a recognized news entity
- Proof of adherence to journalistic standards such as editing, fact-checking, or disclosures of conflicts of interest
- Keeping notes of conversations and interviews conducted
- Mutual understanding or agreement of confidentiality between the defendant and his/her sources
- Creation of an independent product rather than assembling writings and postings of others
- Contacting “the other side” to get both sides of a story
When you look at the standards test applied to this case, it becomes clear that if you are a journalist of media giants, you should know better. Ms. Cox was nor only a staff reporter at one point but held supervisory roles at the Times. Ms. Cox oftentimes found herself in very sensitive positions where she was educated on the “best direction” to present sensitive material.
Reporters or a blogger of real journalistic intent should be able to use this seven-point test as a guideline for safety and standards
If you can apply this test and be found as a true journalist in the eyes of the codified law, you may enjoy journalistic freedom/shield.
This is a matter of intent vs sole content, Ms. Cox seemed to be far more than a novice journal-blogger; she appeared to have intentionally and with malice execute a retaliation campaign against obsidian and allegedly not for actual factual events she endured but for things she felt would be effective in tainting her target.
PART 2:
My first thought is WOW, what came to mind was the movie “Wag the Dog” what is the difference between digital media content producers and spin doctors.
My concern is that we may end up one day being the victims of a digital “War of the Worlds.”
Another woman giving journalists a bad name:
Diamond v. Am-Law Pub. Corp., 745 F.2d 142, 1984 U.S. App. LEXIS 18746, 223 U.S.P.Q. (BNA) 709, Copy. L. Rep. (CCH) P25,716
JOHN DIAMOND, Plaintiff-Appellant, v. AM-LAW PUBLISHING CORP., JAY KRIEGEL, STEVEN BRILL, Jill ABRAMSON, KITTY KELLEY, Defendants-Appellees
In this case, Jill was involved in another copyright issue her publisher prevailed here, but she should have, in addition to proper ethics, ascribe to journalists she should be in a position to know better the perils of plagiarism. She wrote the book as an author but as an author who held themselves as an expert in journalistic professions. In this case, “fair use” as a defense prevailed.
PART 3:
This made me cringe, in today’s social media eccentric society it seems if you are hurt, you have to prove it by displaying for all to see and judge. Those who suffer damage like in this article are rarely good at self-promotion.
We, the ones who feed on the news and sudo news, are to blame for the fact or fact-less frenzies for attention. It is also the advertisers because the clicks equate to dollars for digital news agencies.
Sadly there is no gatekeeper if the consumers have no filters for truth. Just as we filter out as a society the need for facts, we also turn our heads from facts to look at “something shiny.”
Working Title: Working at it, at 50
He told me that if I did not “get on the stick” and “soon” that I would have to consider a hysterectomy as the only option.
I was only twenty-five years old. I worked hard and had not planned for this to be an option now. I ran my own business, an art gallery, and a small printing business.
I sat across from my gynecologist stunned for what seemed an eternity, then finally, the words actually leave my mouth. I work every day, I am no longer in a relationship, and I am not ready to have a baby. What other options are there? Doctor Finnigan stared at me, waiting for a respectable pause and answered, “there are none really.”
“If you want to have children, ever you better plan on it soon.”
I walked out of his office with slips of paper that ordered me to go to other offices to get my blood drawn, to schedule surgery and one that explained why I needed to find a way to have a baby or be childless.
I went to the first of my errands before going to work. I needed my blood drawn and results needed to return before my scheduled surgery the day before my twenty-sixth birthday.
I showed up at my work, the art gallery a bit out of sorts I am guessing the situation was showing on my face as my employees seemed concerned. Each asked if I was ok, feeling well. I decided to call a meeting and locked the door after placing a “be right back in 15 minutes” sign on the door.
“Ok, here is the scoop, I am going in for a simple surgery on the eighteenth, it was April and will be out for a few days”.
I explained it was supposed to be a simple process, technically called an endoscopy to correct endometriosis, where the surgeon pumps your stomach up with gas like a bloated frog, cuts a small hole in your belly button. Through the small hole, the doctor will insert a hose with a camera to find renegade bits of tissue that has somehow gotten lost. There is another hose with a remote set of tongs and a laser, and it is really like a video game for the doctor; I am guessing, but; its, “not a big deal, really.” I say.
Just then, I saw one of my Lake Tahoe “snowboard” friends at the door as we are finishing up with the gallery business. I excused myself to let him in. I told Daniel at the door, was finishing up a meeting. He agreed to wait.
“Ok Guys,” I say, “any questions or comments? “There was in unison a unanimous sigh of relief and a no, we are all good, and with that, I said: “good, let’s get back to it.”
Daniel walked over and asked what the meeting was about; he said: “it seemed kind of heavy.” I told him about the doctor’s appointment I had and that I was faced with some decisions.
Daniel cocked his head to one side, squinted, and said: “why?” “What is the big deal, what is the problem?” “Just go to a bar and BOOM, their problem solved.”
“What,” I say, “I am not going to a bar to find some guy to donate, nope!” “Why?” “Why won’t you go to a bar and get it over with?” Instead of explaining every detail to Daniel and going down a path, I really did not feel comfortable with him, I just looked at him and rolled my eyes.
Daniel just stared at me with a deadpan look, until he could not hold it any longer then burst out into a laughter that was way too loud for the gallery to be discrete. He then proceeded to giggle and laugh nervously for what seemed far too long.
After he collected himself, he said, “why don’t you find a friend to help you out?” Daniel looked at me and said, “I am your friend.” Then let out a never-ending smile. I responded to that smile, trying to object to his suggestion that he was a friend I may be able to lean on for this special favor.
We had agreed to go our separate ways for eighteen years and even signed an agreement. That agreement to stay apart even as friends is why I still hold onto guilt after all these years.
I took the chance and had my first son at the age of twenty-five.
I was a single mother by choice and planned to raise my boy myself until I caught my son wearing my heals and clothes for work. At that point, I realized I was a selfish single parent.
My son was two and a half when I met a man that seemed “too good to be true.” He said he had wished for children his entire life. He said Daniel and I were his dream come true. After a while this man we will call him X asked me to marry him and I talked myself into it, that was twenty-four years ago. I now have four children of whom I have been a sole single parent.
What I did not realize when I convinced myself to marry X was some people are very good at hiding what they really are.
I spoke with Daniel Thomas Obrien, the father of my son, shortly after he was located through Ancestry.com. I have spoken to his one and only son, Daniel Thomas Brockus after they have spent time together. Daniel senior now calls himself Dan, expressed his thrill in finding Daniel; he said: “I had looked for years, and I have been writing and sending letters for years.” He said there some that were returned, but most he had believed they were lost in a black hole.
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Working Title:
He told me that if I did not “get on the stick” and “soon” that I would have to consider a hysterectomy as the only option.
I was only twenty-five years old. I worked hard and had not planned for this to be an option now. I ran my own business, an art gallery, and a small printing business.
I sat across from my gynecologist stunned for what seemed an eternity, then finally, the words actually leave my mouth. I work every day, I am no longer in a relationship, and I am not ready to have a baby. What other options are there? Doctor Finnigan stared at me, waiting for a respectable pause and answered, “there are none really.”
“If you want to have children, ever you better plan on it soon.”
I walked out of his office with slips of paper that ordered me to go to other offices to get my blood drawn, to schedule surgery and one that explained why I needed to find a way to have a baby or be childless.
I went to the first of my errands before going to work. I needed my blood drawn and results needed to return before my scheduled surgery the day before my twenty-sixth birthday.
I showed up at my work, the art gallery a bit out of sorts I am guessing the situation was showing on my face as my employees seemed concerned. Each asked if I was ok, feeling well. I decided to call a meeting and locked the door after placing a “be right back in 15 minutes” sign on the door.
“Ok, here is the scoop, I am going in for a simple surgery on the eighteenth, it was April and will be out for a few days”.
I explained it was supposed to be a simple process, technically called an endoscopy to correct endometriosis, where the surgeon pumps your stomach up with gas like a bloated frog, cuts a small hole in your belly button. Through the small hole, the doctor will insert a hose with a camera to find renegade bits of tissue that has somehow gotten lost. There is another hose with a remote set of tongs and a laser, and it is really like a video game for the doctor; I am guessing, but; its, “not a big deal, really.” I say.
Just then, I saw one of my Lake Tahoe “snowboard” friends at the door as we are finishing up with the gallery business. I excused myself to let him in. I told Daniel at the door, was finishing up a meeting. He agreed to wait.
“Ok Guys,” I say, “any questions or comments? “There was in unison a unanimous sigh of relief and a no, we are all good, and with that, I said: “good, let’s get back to it.”
Daniel walked over and asked what the meeting was about; he said: “it seemed kind of heavy.” I told him about the doctor’s appointment I had and that I was faced with some decisions.
Daniel cocked his head to one side, squinted, and said: “why?” “What is the big deal, what is the problem?” “Just go to a bar and BOOM, their problem solved.”
“What,” I say, “I am not going to a bar to find some guy to donate, nope!” “Why?” “Why won’t you go to a bar and get it over with?” Instead of explaining every detail to Daniel and going down a path, I really did not feel comfortable with him, I just looked at him and rolled my eyes.
Daniel just stared at me with a deadpan look, until he could not hold it any longer then burst out into a laughter that was way too loud for the gallery to be discrete. He then proceeded to giggle and laugh nervously for what seemed far too long.
After he collected himself, he said, “why don’t you find a friend to help you out?” Daniel looked at me and said, “I am your friend.” Then let out a never-ending smile. I responded to that smile, trying to object to his suggestion that he was a friend I may be able to lean on for this special favor.
We had agreed to go our separate ways for eighteen years and even signed an agreement. That agreement to stay apart even as friends is why I still hold onto guilt after all these years.
I took the chance and had my first son at the age of twenty-five.
I was a single mother by choice and planned to raise my boy myself until I caught my son wearing my heals and clothes for work. At that point, I realized I was a selfish single parent.
My son was two and a half when I met a man that seemed “too good to be true.” He said he had wished for children his entire life. He said Daniel and I were his dream come true. After a while this man we will call him X asked me to marry him and I talked myself into it, that was twenty-four years ago. I now have four children of whom I have been a sole single parent.
What I did not realize when I convinced myself to marry X was some people are very good at hiding what they really are.
I spoke with Daniel Thomas Obrien, the father of my son, shortly after he was located through Ancestry.com. I have spoken to his one and only son, Daniel Thomas Brockus after they have spent time together. Daniel senior now calls himself Dan, expressed his thrill in finding Daniel; he said: “I had looked for years, and I have been writing and sending letters for years.” He said there some that were returned, but most he had believed they were lost in a black hole.
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Blek Social Media (I am biased)
On Social Media Propaganda Spreads Faster than the truth
1.Please select one of the following articles and analyze the info presented. What is your biggest takeaway from that article?
The biggest takeaway is the concept that as it says in the article, professional journalists are no longer the gatekeepers to the public sphere, it seems professional journalists must work to carve their role in symbiosis with the public. Perhaps this will be for the best, I do hope, but I do not see a way for journalists to survive in direct competition and contrast to public social media. This is not my idea of what is best, but it is what seems to be happening.
When I see a news story in social media, I always seek out the story in mainstream media to verify. I prefer to read a story from three sources before I fully form my opinion.
2. Rule #1. Journalism first, technology second
Technology is, and will always be, changing. Our journalism core values do not. News judgment and ethics are key, no matter if journalism is in the form of pixels or paper or whatever. The point to all of this – printed word, Flash interactives, video documentaries, visualized data, social media, etc. – is not the tool. Let’s be clear; the point is serving the community by helping inform citizens in a democratic society.
It’s the people and their stories, not the databases and Twitter followers.
We use these powerful tools to help advance our journalism, not replace it. Got it? Good.
This is the rule that I find to be most important likely due to the fact that I am annoyed with social media and have been since day one. I see the way it is shaping humanity, and we are all in for an illiterate world of hurt if we don’t start rebelling.
Rule #2. If your mom says tweets she loves you, check it out
This is basic Journalism 101, and it applies to old-school and new media alike. Whether you get an in-person tip or a Twitter message (it’s okay to call it a tweet, y’all), it is not fact. It’s the start of the reporting process, not the end of it. If you get lazy and not fact-check, you’ll get burned. Remember, all we have is credibility – our word – it takes a lot of time and hard work to build up credibility, but no time to lose it.
This is the rule that resonates with me most; this is how I do everything. I read something, and before I adhere it to my knowledge base, I always check, double-check, and my golden rule is to find three sources. So this one was my personal favorite.
Critique Article: Stephen King:”I have outlived most of my critics. It gives me pleasure”.by Xan Brooks
Stephen King:”I have outlived most of my critics. It gives me pleasure”.by Xan Brooks
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/sep/07/stephen-king-interview-the-institute
2. A short paragraph overview of the piece. Who is the story about and why was it important for the story to be told?
This is a clever glint in the life and policies of one of the world’s most prolific and long-standing authors Stephen King. The story needs to be told because this story breaks many steadfast misconceptions regarding the nature of King.
For humanity’s sake, the more it can learn in order to know the truth, you must do a little work and learn, the better, and this article exemplifies that ideal.
3. What kind of a lede was used? (anecdote, scenario/setting, shock, etc)
King’s latest book “The Institute” was used as a lead, then that was crossed over to dispel the idea that the book was written as a political jab.
4. What was the hook for you?
I was attracted to the publisher, “The Guardian”, Stephen King, and the length of the piece knowing it had to have more than a blurb about the book. The book I have read and knew full well what a selling tag looked like for the book.
5. What was the theme/focus?
The focus was to correct incorrect assumptions. King seems eager to talk and not shy. Any author who can shore up holes in the truth regardless of how hard the facts re to get ahold of is seen as a winner.
6. What worked for you in the writing style, technique and/or voice used?
I appreciated how concisely facts were presented and the way the story flowed together.
7. Did the writer carry through–from first paragraph promise to a satisfying ending?
Yes, as I just said above, one of the techniques I appreciated here was the flow (the author seemed to have control over the story but let King speak), and that lasted until the end. The end was a form of the desert the author went off track gracefully and ended with a dessert of sort by asking King if the president ordered all his books burned what three would he save.
8. Did s/he use any other techniques that made the profile subject sympathetic and/or relatable?
The clever tie up at the end was also a lead in for future stories with King very clever. He asked King a series of three questions that went in differing directions.
9. Would you have approached the subject differently? Why or why not?
I may not have thought to do the same as the author as I expect his years of experience and skill guided his story. I aspire to produce a story as he did here. I would change nothing.
10. Best take away from this profile writing example?
Practice in your works one day may afford you perfection.
Critique RE: live event – Emmanuel
That was an excellent choice for an event, Emanuel; I wish I had chosen a fun event like this one. I like the upbeat tone of your story, the tone makes it more inviting, and I find it easier to retain the information you convey to your reader.
I found myself wanting to know more about the bands at this event in the warehouse. You said this more intimate event with each bag getting a 45-minute spot hosted three bands from the San Diego and Los Angeles areas. You did not tell us where the first two bands were from or who the Los Angeles band(s) were. This distracted me from the piece a bit.
What I needed to know to enjoy this story more were things like, what genre and sound comparison. You stated one of the bands rocked, but I don’t know if that was with rock music or if the word was used to exclaim how well they played general music.
Your piece made me wish I had attended also, but I also felt it lacked some of the information I needed to plan to attend another event like it.
I get the idea “Michelle” is a party animal, and the musicians enjoy playing, but I don’t know what type of music was played or what instruments, the look of the bands? Was the music, covered or original? You mentioned the band members stayed behind after the show to take photos. I presume you mean to pose for photos?
All in all, you did a good job sparking interest, and you chose an excellent event to attend.
I was surprised by the number of times you quoted “Breaking sound” I wonder if you are involved with the promotion?
Live Event
Rabbit Cavy Show
Santee, CA— February 1st, 2020 —
Today at the California Rabbit and Cavy Show.
The show was sanctioned by ARBA (the American Rabbit Breeders Association). The ARBA was established in 1920 as a non-profit organization dedicated to the promotion and improvement of the domesticated rabbit and or cavy breeds. Currently, ARBA recognizes as many as forty-nine distinct breeds of rabbits, each with specific varieties. These rabbit breeds date back to the mid-1800s, with one of the oldest breeds being the Flemish Giant known for its enormous size and mild temperament. The Flemish Giant can easily surpass its ideal show weight of twenty pounds. At this show, only one such Flemish Giant competed; it is a rare breed and often designated as such.
The participants for this event were a mix of long-standing adult breeders of various rabbit types to up to fifth-generation showmen. This show was proud to host classes for kids who participate in 4-H, a grassroots organization dedicated to the betterment of children through developing and mentoring kids in general agriculture and homesteading type skills.
Many awards were earned, and ribbons were given to those who placed: first, second, or third place. Once the first three placings are chosen in each class, the judge will again look at the top three rabbits in each class to select a Best of Breed or a BOB. When all the classes have finished competing for the day, the show judges will call their chosen BOB back into the show ring or to the table to compete for Best of Show. This is the highest honor possible at each show for each competitor.
The Best in Show
The Reserve Best in Show went to a rare breed called a “Belgian Hare” owned by Matthew Fuller from Chula Vista, CA.
This award equates to a second-place for the entire event. The best in show went to a “Miniature Lop” known for their cute appearance and calm temperament, this best in show rabbit was owned by Rachel Mastrangelo, a youth competitor from the San Diego area.
Each rabbit is judged against an ideal standard for its breed and type.
The show was sanctioned by ARBA and several local chapters of rabbit breed organizations. For more information on this show, rabbits or showing rabbits, please contact, ARBA directly via www.ARBA.NET