“This place is only a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.”

One of my favorite metaphors for aging is likening the march of years to a challenging mountain climb. The initial approach to the mountain through green meadows, across babbling brooks, somewhat sheltered from […]

Was reminded that my cycling addiction, now such an important part of my life was but a New Year’s resolution several years ago thank you Olivia for your spot on memory. It’s a new year, symbolically powerful […]

Morning ride, pedaling hard least I am overtaken by the hottest part of the day. I pass as I always do on this particular ride a funeral home. Today something felt different. Both sides of the street void of cars […]