missing the highlands
Last May, I couldn’t ride for two weeks while I recovered from a sprained ankle suffered on a morning walk. This year, I’m not riding for several months while…
Last May, I couldn’t ride for two weeks while I recovered from a sprained ankle suffered on a morning walk. This year, I’m not riding for several months while…
The most beautiful days – the ones when the sun is shining, the sky is blue and the air is cool not cold – are the days I feel…
I wrote the poem below in December 2017, a little over a year after my mom died. I have shared it again each December since, when so many people…
November 18, 2022: “Did you post that poem?” Christine asked me over Zoom today. “No,” I replied. “I’m still thinking about it.” I wrote ‘on the outside’ in early…
Life has taken me to many amazing places around the world. But I never dreamed I would one day be riding roads near and far on a motorcycle. The…
A real-life story from the autumn of 2016. *** The car headlights swept over a small body as I turned left into the unpaved cul-de-sac where I lived. A…
My mother’s room was at the end of the hall on the third floor of the nursing home. Her neighbour’s door was always open when I walked by. There…
I wish The Fox and I hadn’t crashed in early November. And I wish I hadn’t suffered a broken left wrist and dislocated thumb, which I learned this week…
Often, when I feel I’m not being my best self, or living my best life or that others are not treating me in the way I deserve to be…
When I squeezed into a parking spot at the post office the other week, I noticed an elderly woman beside me at the rear of her car. A hatchback. As…