of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
It's my favorite time of day; the time when the sky slowly shifts from black to gray as you watch it, but if you turn your gaze elsewhere for only a minute or two, suddenly blues have appeared when you look back. I'm sprawled on the couch in my living room with a cat in... 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 →
It's a little after 6am: the best time of the day, methinks. "It's always darkest before dawn," they say, which is true because even the faintest of grays or blues have yet to outline the treetops. It's when they—the edges of things outside—start to glow that I'll go take care of the donkeys and ducks,... Continue Reading →
A couple weeks ago, I did a brave thing and, on my own, decided last minute to drive across the American South to go see my favorite band play a show in Atlanta. Although it was a very quick trip (having set out at 3:30AM on Saturday morning and arriving back home at 6:00PM the... Continue Reading →
It’s early; the kind of early where the light is still too blue and too dull to form stripes on the walls of the bedroom in which I’m waking and instead just casts an eerie glow that only really exists for this moment of the day. I don’t have to see to know that outside,... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 