Category Archives: honesty
March Second; Through the Struggles, Through the Differences, Understanding is Found
I don’t make it any secret about how directionally challenged I am. My son laughs and teases me in a good natured manner, but he really doesn’t understand the struggle. Then again, he is the person who can get in … Continue reading
February Tenth; I Just Lied to My Mother
It was a lie of omission, but still an untruth. The other day I finally got around to making the appointment to get my taxes done. Being that math and I do not get along at all, I avoid it … Continue reading
Day Thirty-seven; Footnotes of Thin Blue Line Jeep Run
Thin blue line. Today was the Jeepin thin blue line event. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to participate, but my son finally told me he would go. I could have ridden with others, but selfish me … Continue reading
February Third; Thoughts on Books and Opinions
Banning or burning? It began raining before I went to bed last night. A very light drizzle that I could hear striking the leaves when I went out to get a piece of wood for the fire in the wood … Continue reading
January Fifteenth; The Battle Within and Finding an Acceptance for Self
One of those struggle days. I’m not going to lie here, I try to be honest. Well, unless someone asks me how I’m doing and it isn’t one of the better days. I still say I’m fine, because I know … Continue reading
Day 363 Footnotes of Taken The Right Steps
Boxed and waiting. Not long after writing about whether I was going to take down the decorations, I got up and got busy. Suddenly, I felt driven. I grabbed my garden cart and headed for the storage building. I was … Continue reading
Day 201; Footnotes of Rubber Ducky, You’re Not the One
Its jazz night on the Dirt Road. I’m listening to the sounds of the crickets out back and the sounds of jazz coming from across the road. Its actually not an issue, they are doing a better job with this … Continue reading
Day 166; Footnotes of an Avalanche of Wrongs
Allergies. I don’t want to complain because it isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever dealt with, but it is frustrating. The day time medicine is helping some, but I still feel as if I’m drowning. It isn’t supposed to make … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 