“This is not how I imagined this moment.”

That was my first thought. The image was of me bicycling the 20 odd miles between work and home. After six years of more-or-less regular commuting, the longest of my life, my sense of adventure had led me down every possible pathway between my own little town and the College burg where a desk has… Continue reading “This is not how I imagined this moment.”

Aging Without Grace

One part of aging is watching yourself become the things you once disdained. The other part is this realization, which would have horrified me in my thirties, simply amuses me at fifty. Back in the day, so to speak, I rode a silver Cannondale road bike but eschewed “roadie” culture: no lycra, padded shorts, team… Continue reading Aging Without Grace