Little wheezing kettleon high. Steam shot,Bubble spots, sizzledHot and crackling pops.We just sat andwatched it burn.
A few days ago, I spun into a full blown panic attack. During the attack, I was drenched from rain and splotted with mud and blood, having not been able to make it to a hose, let alone a shower before I broke. I knew that the blood on my feet was mine, but the... Continue Reading →
Grief, anger, sadness, anxiety, and guilt. I suspect many of us are feeling [some combination of] these [or similar] feelings [again], but the last one is something I wanted to take a moment to highlight: guilt. Right now, I feel guilty for taking care of myself and my feelings when tragedies like Uvalde happened just... 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 →
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 →