A lot has happened lately, and it has been difficult for me to understand what I am feeling. After returning from a visit to Yosemite and California a few weeks ago, I realized I needed to write something for a reading I had coming up for St. Nikolas, which was last night.
Decent inspiration, no?
What I ended up sharing had me choked up through most of it, croaking out the words. Several people afterward told me how much it resonated.
Cozy atmosphere … and hot cider too!
If you are wondering what it is like to live abroad right now, here is what I wrote: [click to continue…]
On Friday I was part of an amazing reading for the latest edition of the Freiburg Review. It was held at the Museum of Contemporary Art, and we traveled throughout the exhibition listening to different readers as we went.
I read in front of this amazing piece.
And while I don’t think my reading was recorded, I will say that it was spectacular. The poem I read, Sîmir, is one of the most powerful things I have ever written, and to read it outloud was like an incantation. It didn’t hurt that it was also around the lunar eclipse time. [click to continue…]
After about six months of riding my bike to work 34 km every day(that’s 21 miles for you non-metric folks), my husband said to me, “Now, you’re a legit cyclist.” While I would say many of my friends would have called me that years ago, most of my friends don’t work in the bike industry, where the definition of a cyclist is much more rigid.
I have spent much of my adult life around people who had an inflexible view of who a cyclist was, from bike messengers without brakes (really?) to road cyclists who spend more on their bike than their car (really.) and mountain bikers who don’t get too riled up about anything except for maybe rude hikers.
Some of us can be real jerks 😉
It feels weird to suddenly belong to this group, mostly because I have been a point-A-to-B bike rider most of my life. Sure, I cycled across part of Finland once and rode to the French border to see the Tour de France come through a few years ago, but I have always been an amateur, a dabbler. But I do love riding – always have – so I’m wearing my badge with pride. [click to continue…]