of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
Greetings and happy completed rotation around the sun! As we start the next lap of this bizarre, aging, linear (but also cyclical?) journey called life, I'd like to take a moment to say how deeply grateful I am to still be on this wild ride even if there have been scary, upside-down loops, the kind... Continue Reading →
I’m sitting in my spot---the one in the far, left nook of the couch by the window that looks out towards the donkey’s barn and pasture---as my coffee cools and the night is swelling into its final, heavy moments before the prick of dawn. I spent the fifteen or so minutes before this trying to... Continue Reading →
It’s an early, spring morning where dew is dripping down in little “pit-pats” from the brand new leaves sprouting in these heavy, East Texas woods. I’m in the barn placing hay in the hay feeders as Bunny and Bodhi push and shove each other to get the first bite...but where’s Tee? My third, littlest mini... Continue Reading →
As a writer and an anxious person, I spend a lot of time dissecting small stuff. I live for small stuff. Tiny moments. Little pieces of much bigger things. I want to see and understand every single brick because otherwise, the house won’t make sense to me. This can be annoying to others because I’ll... Continue Reading →
I want to extend a very special thank you to our friends at Donkey Time for allowing me to write a guest blog on their beautiful site! Since my children's book, "Tink the Bravest Donkey," went on sale, I've been asked how this story came to be. Check out the backstory on my book and learn all... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 