of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
I lean against the chicken-wire fence, hoof trimmers hanging From my belt. In one hand, I hold your empty sippy-cup while the other Shades my eyes from the setting sun. Until a moment ago, I thought You were only steps behind me but when I reached the gate, I realized your Short strides no longer... Continue Reading →
Sweat ran down my spine in slow, chilly lines as I stood in the driveway with one hand shading my eyes from the sun and the other waving goodbye to a man and woman from central Texas who pulled away carefully in their large, white pickup truck. Attached to the back of their truck was... Continue Reading →
It was high, hot noon as I drove along the gravel road that leads to our house. As I pulled up, I stepped out of the pickup truck to open the rusted gate. The pink crepe myrtles along the front fence were in full, summer bloom---their tiny flowers winking as if to welcome us home.... Continue Reading →
One year ago today, I posted this story on my blog. This was the story of the Unicorn and the first death of a chicken here and how King Ranch refused to let one of his own die in vain. It poured and it broke our hearts. This morning, I decided to wander over to the spot beneath... Continue Reading →
We are nearing the end of the usual soaked, Texas spring. Soon, the clay will crackle in devastating dehydration and the treetops and rosebushes will be broiled. I give it another month until we’re begging for relief from the heat. I sat on the floor in the living room sipping my coffee, watching Little Foot... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 