Friday, January 21, 2011
When I was a little girl my mother went to Mexico and brought me back a plaster donkey. The donkey had a garland of painted plaster flowers around his neck and a slot in his back for coins. I was convinced the plaster donkey had a soul, so I was heartbroken when he was accidentally smashed. I buried the shards under the willow tree in the backyard, and prayed that the plaster donkey would come back to life as a real donkey. For years, whenever I saw a donkey I would peer into his eyes and silently ask, "Pancho, is that you?"
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