of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
Something reminded me of a post I published back in 2015 (2015! Both the blink of an eye and an eternity at the same time) and as I read through the story, I found myself holding back tears. The emotions bubbled from a place of parenthood: remembering my child as being small enough to sway... Continue Reading →
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 →
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Some small creature was stirring; could it be a mouse? There weren’t any stockings because I don’t care: Festive decor is not quite my affair. Two dogs were sprawled out all across the big couch While I couldn’t sleep, which made me a grouch. I... Continue Reading →
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Some small creature was stirring; could it be a mouse? There weren’t any stockings because I don’t care: Festive decor is not quite my affair. Two dogs were sprawled out all across the big couch While I couldn’t sleep, which made me a grouch. I... Continue Reading →
It’s a bright, brisk Sunday morning where the grass and leaves twinkle with a million drops of dew. I’m reclined on my couch with a cup of cool coffee grateful for the weather being such that I can open the windows and let the fresh country air move through my house. The donkeys are enjoying... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 