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Bike Across Italy, Part Two

Learning curves. I’ve been surrounded by them lately. Navigating a fun new area of volunteer work, but struggling to learn people’s names and not always sure of my responsibilities or authority. Writing someone else’s memoirs, then trying to piece together … Continue reading

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Spare Me the “Eroic” Efforts

Y’all… have you ever committed to doing something you were kind of scared to do, and wanted to get it over with, but had to keep waiting and waiting? Sort of like climbing an endless ladder to jump off a … Continue reading

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Ireland Part 3: Best Ride Day. No, Really!

Thanks for your patience with Parts 1 and 2. At last, I’m done philosophizing and ready to jump into the actual cycling aspect of the, um, cycling tour. Here I am with fellow cyclist Julia and our wonderful Ciclismo Classico … Continue reading

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Ireland Part 2: Greetings!

Last time, I wrote about our cycling tour in Ireland, and how a guy with a guitar and a cute dog helped me adapt to the metric system that’s used there. I’ll get to that whole “bicycle” and “tour” thing … Continue reading

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Ireland Part 1: “Learn the Dance”

Last week, Brent and I enjoyed a fully-supported Ciclismo Classico bicycle tour in Ireland, more or less along the southwest coast. COVID restrictions in Ireland had lifted just in time for us to make the journey. I have a handful … Continue reading

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A Day of Gifts

Hometown. There’s nothing like a visit “home” to pull you back from your current busy life and let you relax with a bit of nostalgia. A day in Palestine earlier in the spring did just that for me. Not only … Continue reading

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