So I’m about to kick off Year 4 as a League Cycling Instructor (LCI) with the League of American Bicyclists, and I’m curious about what’s next on this strange and interesting journey upon which I tumbled unexpectedly. (Honestly, I was just eating chocolate chips at my computer at the bottom of a hill in suburbia…
Tag: Clarkston
She would have turned five
And there I stood almost interminably, my bike laying at my feet, my head in hands which were now drenched with tears. I had wandered off the path while I was riding back to Clarkston from Stone Mountain when the wilting flowers, deflating balloons, and blanket of stuff caught my eye. As I got closer,…
Forgiveness
I was riding Attica from here to there in the most diverse square mile in the USA the other day, where refugees-of-war carry the weight of atrocities as I pass them with my little smile and wave (sometimes returned, often not), and I saw a vacant lot blooming with violets and thought of that quote…
Free Art Friday
Free Art Friday is a thing in many cities. Artists leave their art out in public for others to find and keep, and they communicate clues about the whereabouts via photos on social media. The first person to find each piece “claims” it by posting a photo of it on Instagram, tagged with the artist’s…
Exciting debut of new red bike bell
Hey, it’s the little things, right? But actually, this bike bell is fairly important (and this bike didn’t have one yet). It is etiquette to give audible signal when passing someone via bike on a shared path (or anywhere, really). That usually means either saying, “Passing on your left” or ringing a bell. I ride…
Fugees Academy goes national
On a day with yet more bad news (yet another school shooting, yet more senseless death), I was happy to just receive an email from Luma Mufleh, founder of the Fugees Family/Academy, the only school in the United States specifically for refugee children-of-war. She announced that in addition to its original Clarkston, GA location (where…
All day long
For me as a woman alone on a bike all over metro-Atlanta, this kind of pro/con risk assessment happens all day long. In this situation, I was in Clarkston, Georgia, the most diverse square mile in the USA. This path goes for miles but it continually dips out of view and into isolation so it…
Crossing paths
Shortly after crossing paths today with many refugees-of-war in the most diverse square mile in the USA, I replied to a text from a friend who is going to my beloved New York City next week. I suggested he visit both the excellent Irish Hunger Memorial (which pays tribute to those in hunger everywhere) and the…
