Really, It’s Not About the Bike

“This is my body, and I can do whatever I want to it. I can push it; study it; tweak it; listen to it. Everybody wants to know what I am on. What am I on? I am on my bike busting my ass six hours a day; what are YOU on?”    Lance Armstrong When… Continue reading Really, It’s Not About the Bike

No Fear of Flying

Written January 6, 2013 The wake-up call this morning came at 3:45 am.  Ecuadorian standards dictate that international travelers must arrive at check in three hours before flight time in order that the luggage can be thoroughly searched for illicit drugs. Apparently, from the condition of my suitcase, this involves peeking at my underwear.  This… Continue reading No Fear of Flying

There Comes a Time

Written while returning from my Galapagos trip, posting now. It’s happening—the moment that we all dread as we age, that point in time where we realize that we are becoming our parents.  When I was a child, my father was a busy man, completing his residency in plastic surgery, establishing a practice, climbing the academic… Continue reading There Comes a Time

Lighting Out for the Territories

“But I reckon I got to light out for the territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally, she’s going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can’t stand it.  I been there before.” Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain   As usual, I really should be asleep.  But there’s a load of laundry still… Continue reading Lighting Out for the Territories

Love Actually

When I got home this evening I could not believe my eyes.  My husband was sitting in front of the television watching, for about the thousandth time, the movie “Love Actually.”  Let me digress for a minute….have I told you about the television?  It is HUGE and takes up most of my family room.  Three… Continue reading Love Actually