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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Big things ahead
And I don’t just mean our butts. Big adventures and big goals as well. Last fall I saw a post about All Bodies on Bikes looking to take a group of non-traditional cyclists to SBT GRVL in August. As a 54 year old woman of colour, who’s also fat – I checked enough boxes to…
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The polisher that didn’t polish
Sifting through my childhood memories, I’m still trying to make sense of things that were just so. I never questioned them .. until now. I grew up in a house with beautiful parquet floors, and every Friday my mother would go down on her hands and knees to scrub the floor. Did they not have…
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New Year’s Eve Memories
I grew up in South Africa – where December is the middle of summer. The school year behind us, my father would be off work for two or three weeks and we’d all be in that blissful state of not knowing what day of the week it was. New Year’s Eve would mean a trip…
