of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
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 little over a year ago, I posted this story: Pail by Pail. I thought about it this morning after stream-of-conscious journaling---a practice I wish I could admit I stick to regularly. I'd not written in my journal since mid-October and mentally beat myself up for it. I even started today's journal entry with something... Continue Reading →
I broke my left wrist two years in a row from two different accidents in the 3rd and then the 4th grade. Being only 8 and then 9 at the time, I guess the breaks hindered my wrist development because to this day, both the mobility and strength in that left joint are limited. That... 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 →
When you wake up, do you feel a balloon in your throat, too? Or maybe it's a corset: too small and too snug, cinched up tighter than poor Kate Winslet's mom did to her in 'Titanic.' "Hold still," I think she said before she yanked again. Or is it that feeling of having had too... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 