A writer, a baker, and an artist walk into a bar…

“Your blog is always a breath of honest, heartfelt, fresh air. It’s one of the few that comes to my personal inbox.”

– From reader Keith C.

In 2015, I started this here ‘Donkumentary’ when I ditched the big-city life for a more rural, secluded one. I thought I’d blog about how-tos in that kind of transition, but instead, I’ve found grounding and space to finally start exploring and discussing mental and chronic illness.

Through time with my donkeys, methodical baking, and finally finding confidence in my artistry, I’ve made it my mission to be vulnerable, and share my stories, experiences, and works to help #BreakTheStigma surrounding mental and chronic illness.


Did you know: I’ve also published two children’s books, “Tink the Bravest Donkey,” and “Will You Be My Val-Equine?” I love doing author visits at schools and libraries, however, since COVID-19, I’ve not been able to visit schools in person to read to the kiddos. BUT! I am available to read over zoom! If you’re interested in learning more, send me an email: adonkumentary (at) gmail dot com.


I’m sure we all have our anxiety or other hidden mental issues of guilt, fear, anger, whatever. You’ve put all of it in wonderful perspective. You are you and I am I. We are the same but different. Wonderfully written and beautifully thought out.

– From Reader Patricia A. on this post

Latest Posts from my Blog

Spinning Compass

It’s just before 5am; I know this because I’ve been laying awake for hours wishing that sleep would take me, but she hasn’t. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks which stirs the nerves of our new pup. A fussing rustling comes from the large dog crate at the end of the bed and awake… Continue Reading →

Tea

Little wheezing kettleon high. Steam shot,Bubble spots, sizzledHot and crackling pops. We just sat andwatched it burn.

Brakes 3 (I suppose)

A few days ago, I spun into a full blown panic attack. During the attack, I was drenched from rain and splotted with mud and blood, having not been able to make it to a hose, let alone a shower before I broke. I knew that the blood on my feet was mine, but the… Continue Reading →

“We’re All In This Thing Together”

It’s 11:30PM and I’m driving along I-45 north, coming out of Houston, Texas proper. It’s been a long time since I’ve made a trip down to where I grew up, to the Heights specifically where I lived for a beat in my mid-twenties. I lived in a garage that had been turned into an upstairs… Continue Reading →

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“Thank you for helping me know I’m not alone. No one has ever had this situation to deal with, and you helped me realize we are all ‘in the same boat.'”

– From reader Suzanne S. on this post

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