About seventeen months ago, I stood in my garage looking up at my bike. It hung from the ceiling on a hook Ken had installed. His bike was hanging next to mine. A police officer had returned his bike at some point. My memory of the timing is fuzzy. Was it that night, that horrible…
A snapshot of joy
As I ran, storms threatened and the sky darkened. I kept my worried eyes trained on the greying sky. The clouds pressed down and made me feel hurried and agitated. At the halfway point, I turned around. I remember a “WOW!” escaping as I exhaled. The blue of the sky caught me by surprise. Fluffy…
for·ti·tude
Originally posted February 2011 Edited November 2019 “Let’s get going. Today we’ll be learning about fortitude; get your dictionaries out.” “Sammy, please stop doodling. Pay attention. No, it’s not about making everything into the number four! No, F comes before G in the alphabet.” “Mom, I have to go to the bathroom; I’ll be right…
Dirt Road Diary 