I scribble about fumbling through these middle years of my life and about what makes my heart sing.
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I write because it’s what comes naturally for me. It’s how I process things, how I figure things out and how I savour experiences that I never want to lose.
I hope something here makes you smile – or maybe think about something differently.
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Sometimes lines that take the shape of a poem is a better expression. I can’t quite call these poetry yet, but it’s a work in progress.
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The tale of my solitary life
The tale of my solitary life is told in meals eaten at the kitchen counter, sometimes off the cutting board Single serve containers of left overs in my freezer How does one cook dinner for one The half bottle of red in the door of the fridge only good for a stew now Always navigating…
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The Last Best Ride
With my August race in Colorado having slipped off my calendar, I looked for one more race to do this year. It’s already been a great year of riding with Special Blend Gravel Camp being the perfect preparation for the Gorge Gravel Grinder, and then also Cranbrook Gravel Grind. I was hungry for just one…
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The head games of racing
Racing is pure madness. Madness, I tell you!! You sign up for a race months out with great excitement and ambition. In the days leading up to the race, the doubts start surface, and by the morning of the race, you are a wreck. At least I am. I have done a few races now,…
