of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
It’s just after lunch and I’ve turned my rickety-red pickup truck into my small town of Nowhere, Texas. The days have begun where in the sun, the Texas heat continues to beat down in her typical fashion---the kind of beaming that makes you feel like you’re a lizard under a heat-lamp trying to digest after... Continue Reading →
I’ve just opened up my laptop for the first time in a week. I click on the open document I left unfinished from last Thursday: a drafted blog post telling a story about how I’d managed to lose a chunk of my left pinky finger while attempting to fix the mower on the same day... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 