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Small Biz Saturday
For Small Biz Saturday, consider tossing some support to an indie author. You encourage the arts; keep more money circulating in the local economy; and may even breathe fresh, new energy into your own life (or even save the world) if you choose one of the books pictured above.
Bridges in Pittsburgh
The updates still coming out of Pittsburgh about the recent mass murder at a synagogue paint an astonishing picture of a city’s pride and resiliency. We visited Pittsburgh frequently while my older daughter attended college there and were blown away by so much good we found. In fact, my husband wants us to move there…
Boston in the rain
When you provide safe access for bike riders, rain is not a problem (such as when I was Traveling at the Speed of Bike in Boston last weekend).
Malibu burning
This is Malibu, California from when I was Traveling at the Speed of Bike there earlier this year. It is currently burning out of control. My older daughter lives in Los Angeles, and my heart is breaking into a thousand pieces every time I check the news. She tells me she’s fine. But what’s happening…
Noodle Lady — the song!
Noodle Lady rides again! (And clearly my daughters did not get their beautiful singing voices from me!) For more about Noodle Lady, see Chapter 6 of my book, Traveling at the Speed of Bike
Schwinneola’s anniversary
Today is Schwinneola’s anniversary. A year ago today, I purchased this bike and rode it around Mineola, NY (where I grew up) as final research for my book, Traveling at the Speed of Bike. I rode past Carrie’s house and Tina’s and Katie’s and Johnny’s (all names used in my book except #GayTalese and #BillCunningham…
The understory
The way the light hits the golden grasses of the understory beneath the mature trees in the woods while I ride at lunchtime breaks from the hospital reminds me of the montado in Portugal and that time I traipsed around it with a notepad and a camera and a bicycle. And the days right now…
