i met a 10-year old girl…a beautiful p.k. with a lot to discuss. it was great. our initial interactions were distant. she was the youngest at the dinner table, separated by a minimum of 12 years to the next youngest. so i wasn’t surprised by her quiet nature but i could tell she had a…
keep hope alive…?…
my bike’s name is…
off and on, i’ve thought about naming my bike. it’s a random thought that i finally decided to entertain for longer than a moment. then other questions popped up. do bikes have a gender? does the fact that it was built for a woman mean it should have a woman’s name? should i pick a…
in just a few words
i’m determined to speak briefly, say enough and no more. i have a bad habit of rambling on and on and on… and it’s not b/c i’m a woman. i think it’s a matter of finding my voice late and finding authority in my voice even later. so i’ve got a lot to catch up…
focus
it’s so easy to lose. there’s so much going on in everyone else’s life and keeping up with everyone else can help us forget to focus. need confirmation? just log onto* facebook or twitter or own a cell phone (or do all three). everyone’s up to something. unfortunately, so much of the story we’re telling…
unforgettable.
hours after a ride, I’ve just about forgotten about it. I feel it, though. my shoulders struggle to stay properly postured and my thighs are experiencing that jello sensation while my knees wish I’d do some weight training and my back needs to lie down. so I guess I haven’t fully forgotten but ask me…
here’s why
the other night i had a wicked-good brainstorm but i was much too lazy-tired to write it down. it had to do with the whole garbage-in, garbage-out concept. here’s what i’m sayin (i just wish it was half as brilliant as what raced through my mind that midnight): most of us have somehow or another…