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Tag: Traveling at the Speed of Bike
Peace in the garden
I am back in my garden most days now. It’s my shelter-in-place place during the coronavirus crisis, and a place of peace for me. It’s also where I’ve been rejuvenating my food-growing efforts since I was expecting my departure for Peace Corps Uganda in June to be delayed and I didn’t want to miss the…
Re: Bicycle Friendly Community application
Dear League of American Bicyclists: I am writing to you to clarify a few things about your Bicycle Friendly Community certification, as I believe the metro-Atlanta suburb-city where I live is going to pursue this in the near future and I have a couple of areas of concern. I know that bike riders in cities…
Meet Audrey, Dorothy, and Emily
Meet Audrey, Dorothy, and Emily. They were my students yesterday in my last free Traveling at the Speed of Bike class for women in metro Atlanta. Audrey was a member of my team, Trusting the Journey, for Biketober, although we hadn’t met in person. She brought Dorothy, who is an au pair from South Africa…
Final metro Atlanta class
I donate classes for free or significantly-reduced prices (compared to REI and elsewhere), specifically for women and girls, made possible by support of my book, Traveling at the Speed of Bike. This is the final one I am offering in metro Atlanta in 2019 (perhaps ever, due to the possibility I am leaving the country…
Motivation statement
I had to submit an updated Motivation Statement after the Peace Corps asked me to reapply when I wasn’t accepted for Jamaica. If interested, here is what I sent (without the photo, which is from my current weekly volunteer assignment) a month or so ago that led to the interview and offer for Uganda as…
The forest for the trees
Breathe in, breathe out. Rhythmically. Peacefully. Keep moving, hands gripped loosely. Stop to watch the deer in that verdant place where the path bends, and to take yet more photos of thistle fluff in the secret, magic meadow by the power lines. Laugh as Gulf Fritillary butterflies always seem to ride alongside you. Dodge the…
Kids don’t wait; they grow up
The cars rolled in with regularity to the library parking lot, despite the crowded roads clogged with families in SUVs jockeying to find places to park at the annual Scarecrow Festival in Downtown Alpharetta, Georgia. Blake and Alice and Art and Brad and Terry and Michelle and others emerged with smiles spread across their faces,…
