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 →
A handful of times in April, WordPress notified me that this blog--"The Value of Donkey and Self" had been viewed by what looks to be several different people (although 1: I'm not tech savvy enough or have the attention span to understand the analytics provided to me in my WordPress account's dashboard and 2: I... Continue Reading →
Polka Dots — One Day, Still
https://adonkumentary.com/2020/02/28/polka-dots/ This chilly time of year, when I've managed to zip through the skies to see my sweet friends for the first time since before the pandemic started, I remember this beach and the polka-dot dress. Though the Atlantic wind is sharp and I don't own real winter attire, I still can't wait to return.... 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 →
Do You Feel It?
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 →