battle stations
We are becoming polarized, divided and disconnected to the point that we seem completely unable to hear each other. It’s sad. This poem is about that. battle stations by…
We are becoming polarized, divided and disconnected to the point that we seem completely unable to hear each other. It’s sad. This poem is about that. battle stations by…
I write with a friend twice a week in winter. Sometimes I write chapters for the book I’ve been working on for years and that may never be finished….
During COVID lockdowns, many of us found out how uncomfortable it can be to be confined. But Canadian motorcycle riders have known forever what that’s like: we get twitchy…
It’s all good. Until the six of them come up behind at – I’m guessing – well over 100 km/hr. We’re on the twistie that runs through Tatlock. It’s my…
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…
Enough is enough LOL 😛 sure this one’s my last claims the crazy hai vu as he gathers together a new motley crew they come from afar and…
I bought a motorcycle in late August 2021. Learning to ride it has been a bit of a rollercoaster, just like learning how to care for my mom who lived…
I’m having a great ride. My best yet. Which says both a little and a lot I guess. A little in the sense that I’ve been riding for only eight…