Storylife
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
I don’t think I’ve ever been as vigilant of the weather as I’ve been while trying to fit in one bike ride a day. Both yesterday and today, I raced outside when the rain took a coffee break. These were days I normally wouldn’t have ventured outside, but as I rolled my bike through puddles,…
Plans I had a blog post drafted up four weeks ago about my upcoming retirement. Instead, I am publishing this blog post — the first thing I’ve written since I fractured my shoulder on October 25. November was supposed to be my “Month of the Writer!” — a kickstarter to retirement life, where I will…
When I describe to people why I love my fat bike, I say things like “It makes me feel like a tank, buzzing slowly, but impressively, along.”
I have a post on Vision and Verb today that is a continuation of my thoughts from yesterday. I hope you’ll click on by and give it a read.Enjoy the rest of your week!
“This way!” she said. “Follow the lights!” There is a magic forest Ruled by a very wise tree (okay, he’s actually checking out some chick passing by, it was Vegas after all) You’ll pass under a sea of colorful jelly fish And you will find a palace…
A body in motion
will remain in motion
until it is no longer in motion
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Maery Rose….I love your story!