Um, excuse me. All I do is loiter.
Run, Attica, run
“Run, Attica, run,” I said out loud that first time I turned left with “the bike in the attic” on the Freedom Parkway path. So it’s easy to understand why we had to stop when […]
And life goes on
I hadn’t been back to the Hand of God Tree since I discovered it had crashed into the Chattahoochee River. But so much has happened and I feel like it is my Grandmother Willow (from […]
Registration now open
Click here to sign up ASAP so you can snag the one free Pedal Power with Pattie* class in your state (if that doesn’t work when you try to sing up, feel free to email […]
9/11 (again)
I sit here quietly in the dark of morning and wait for the bells to ring at the local church or on TV or in my heart, as they have on 9/11* every year for […]
That wall
There is still not a drop of paint as a public mural anywhere in the suburb city where I live (and the only public mural is a replica of a previous public mural that says Everything Will be […]
Truth?
Truth? This kind of bike ride* is not my idea of a good time. But after the past week seeing a wide range of very sick people while helping my mother in the hospital**, I’m […]
The white dress
Cast-off detritus from a night where good turned bad, perhaps, The White Dress lay on a pile of wood chips in an abandoned urban garden until I found it accidentally. I carried its unknown story […]
