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Noodle Lady song!
I’ve been getting texts and emails from so many people of a recent pool noodle article. Thank you for thinking of me and BikeNoodle*! And, big shout-out to Annalisa van den Bergh (fellow noodle aficionado), as well as the original pool noodle visionary, Warren Huska. For anyone who hasn’t seen this, someone gifted me a song…
Kicking off
Big thanks to my friend and sustainability advocate extraordinaire, Carolyn Rader, seen here kicking off the Sustainability-in-Action Bike Tour offered through Bicycle Tours of Atlanta as the very first guest, on a far-hotter-than-normal day for this time of the year. She took the inaugural tour this week and I learned as much as I shared, as…
Heavy lifting
Up and at ’em. Ready to start doing the heavy lifting again to try to make a measurable difference as we start this fresh, new week. Time is short and need is great. Everyone is necessary if we’re gonna move forward here, folks. Every positive action, however small, matters. Please don’t give up. I believe…
Scooting along
I’ve been working on my scooter article for like a month now*, with advice from the British environmental journalism mentor assigned to me through the program for which I was accepted at Ensia. I have just another week or two to go before I submit it. Whatever happens next, I have to say that this…
Serviceberry cobbler, and a tip
You know those serviceberries I’ve been picking? They worked their way into a cobbler so I could freeze and share them with my daughters when they are here in July. If interested, see my book, Traveling at the Speed of Bike, for a whole section about free public fruit. If the time is ripe for…
Change is afoot
I don’t know whether I’m about to start something or finish something, but change is afoot. I feel it in the air.
Plastic places
So I have discovered enough of a pattern happening to start a new photo essay. I call this one Plastic Places, and it features both private and public spaces covered with artificial turf. It joins A Streetcar Named Aspire, the Art of Bike Riding, the View from the Handlebars, At the End of Holderness Street,…
