Pedal Strike

TweetIt’s December. Which means Bill Strickland’s back. Which is a good thing because final exams are coming up and putting me into that pre-exam tizzy. I’m copping out again with the simple presentation of a Rapha Scarf Friday. This was all I could manage in my exhaustion. There’s something cooking in the back of my […]

TweetDespite the hundreds of words I can write, the numerous sites I can read about bicycles, and the fact that my words stumble over themselves when I try to talk about bikes, I find it hard to explain my weekends to friends who don’t ride. There’s no drama in doing power intervals on my new […]

TweetWhat’s a girl to do when a law journal implodes in her face, dragging friendships down the drain with it, and mashing on the rollers in frustration just isn’t cutting it? She gets out every sequined whatever out of her closet, tries them all on with every high-heeled shoe she owns, then sits on her […]

TweetEven as a Cancer, my maternal instincts are limited to the point of being nonexistent. Sure, I’m about to reach that age where my biological clock starts going “ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!!!!!!1111” and I’ll want to bone everything that moves, but the fact remains: children simply terrify me. Add to that the fact that […]