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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Periods – and other irksome things
I am 54 – a few months short of 55. That means I’ve been having a monhly period for about 42 or so years. That’s somewhere in the region of 500 periods. This means more than 500 months of at least one week of cramping, bloating, helter-skelter hormones, headaches and poor sleep. Oh yes, and…
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Don’t miss the magnolias
I traveled home a week earlier than planned from the desert because I couldn’t miss the magnolias. I was also figuring out how to facilitate another adventure in May so needed some days at my desk in between. But mostly, I came home early for the magnolias. They’re such a short lived delight and a…
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This perfectly imperfect body of mine
I’m heading into the final day of an absolutely mad 3-week adventure. In this moment I am deeply grateful for this wonderful body of mine; this perfectly imperfect body that has been challenged with preparing for a race, executing on the 3-day stage race, followed by multiple days of hiking and riding and never once…
