Back in the days when a house with a yard was part of my life, my dad – who prided himself on a dandelion-free lawn
Mayor Bowser called me today (yes, on my phone!) to advise that D.C. is under a stay-at-home order and to limit outings to essential trips.
“Tired is not an emergency” reads the note on my D.C. Randonneurs cue sheet. “But please do let us know if you abandon.” Unlike club
Hello readers, how are you doing? I wanted to say hello and that I hope everyone is taking care of themselves. In D.C., the flowers
I see you run commuting, riding to the grocery store, and walking to places unknown purely under your own power. I observe your subtle acts
Every year I write goals about not eating junk food and losing weight. Almost every year I declare failure in meeting these targets, and add
March 2018. It’s my birthday and Felkerino and I are bike touring through California desert. Sand spreads out on all sides, the road undulates ahead.
Happy New Year, dear readers! It’s been a while. In case it hasn’t been completely obvious, I have not felt much like writing lately. Instead