Pedal Strike

TweetNew England falls, post-Halloween and lumbering sleepily towards the promise of Thanksgiving feasts, always bring to mind one of my favorite movies: The Scent of a Woman. With lines like “the day we stop looking is the day we die,” and Al Pacino playing a stubborn, sarcastic, blind Lieutenant, it has to be a popular […]

TweetLike most women, in my laziest moments, I’ve considered it. The concept – at least in the abstract – doesn’t sound so bad, and as long as you perform your end of the bargain, there are clearly some tangible rewards to be gained. And it’s not like you’re chained, unwillingly, to something you never agreed […]

TweetYesterday morning was a disaster. Zero coffee until 11am, a dentist appointment I was late to, frustration at not really having a bike I can do anything with, the empty sense of not really belonging anywhere, and mood swings like woah. Funny, how, a little past noon, I was standing in a place I would […]