131 more wordsThe hours of the day spook and buck and bolt, swirling together and scattering apart in a dust devil of nickers, skittering hooves, and manure. I'm only human.
Tags » Edgar Rice Burro, Donkey Universe
61 more wordsDawdling through chores, then rushing to a book event, I checked the visor-mirror, and eek! -a long coarse hair sprouting from my chin. Aging requires a tolerance for physical betrayal but it helps to have friends who wear whiskers like upside-down halos.