AKA60643there’s no place like homeThis morning I ran into a friend at the farmers market in my Chicago neighborhood. We started talking and a woman she obviously knew walked…Sep 10, 2017Sep 10, 2017
AKA60643a memory of happinessNot long ago, our local bike community was shocked by a news story. One of our own was hit and killed by a bus on a city street. I saw the…Aug 7, 2016Aug 7, 2016
AKA60643little dramasThe doors opened for the morning. The guy with the key directed each person in line to the appropriate window: crash reports, other police…Aug 7, 2016Aug 7, 2016
AKA60643tribes on two wheelsI’ve enjoyed time on my bike for most of my life. Those wheels and pedals are like an extension of my body and soul. At first, it was just…Jul 23, 2016Jul 23, 2016
AKA60643planting a seedOn New Year’s Day, my husband came home from work and started our “how the day went” conversation over breakfast with a shorthand version…Jan 3, 2016Jan 3, 2016