of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
Today, a tempest overtook the entirety of SE Texas and just like I've done before, I found myself dashing from the barn to under the carport without an umbrella or a towel so that for, oh, I don't know, five or ten minutes, I sat on a fold out chair until I stopped dripping.It reminded... Continue Reading →
It’s mid afternoon on a relieving fall day here in East Texas. These rare, low humidity days are celebration-worthy and all the critters on the farm agree—them with their zoomies all over the yard. It’s precious. I’d run around with them too, if I could. I’m out in the pasture with my donkeys, three. I... Continue Reading →
Today, I nailed a presentation at work. But I felt like shit.Because autoimmune disease,Because trauma attacks endlessly,Because my head ached so bad that the sound of my own voice felt like breaking glass in my brain,Because my feelings were shit and didn't matter,Because imposter syndrome,Because anxiety experiences the worst so it won't hurt so bad... Continue Reading →
It’s pouring for the third day in a row and I’ve had to venture out into it vehicularly to attend a doctor’s appointment in a city south of here. I’m a confident, careful, and (probably overly) defensive driver, so freeways in a storm don’t typically make me nervous but a few miles ago, I hit... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 