Nube: Ulcer Nostalgia and What I Didn’t Know
I get nostalgic for the days when I didn't know what I know now. I miss the bittersweet, marginally innocent...
Nube: We Cheat at Trailer Training
Nube was a beanpole of a yearling. If he and Ernest weren’t trying to get me bucked off a horse…...
Nube: An Iberian Stall Toy for the Donkeys
Daryl, Daryl, and their other brother, Daryl. In the first months after coming to our farm,...
Nube: When He Came Home
I was forty-nine years old with gray hair, calloused banged-up fingers, and chronic lameness in my left foot. He was...
Nube: How We Met
one year later... I was forty- nine years old, and my upcoming birthday was hanging in...
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