Julianna KincaidMy Cozy JournalSoon, my daybook will be filled to capacity, for only a handful of pages without history remain. I’ll close the covers, slip my book on a…Dec 1, 2018Dec 1, 2018
Julianna KincaidOh, My Fractured FootHow fitting to experience a personal misfortune on the day remembered for its catastrophe.Oct 13, 20181Oct 13, 20181
Julianna KincaidTime is like a Downhill RideIn my childhood, time crept. Summer vacation from school lasted a year. Enough hours filled my day to do everything I wanted. The holidays…Jul 10, 20181Jul 10, 20181
Julianna KincaidinThe Curious MindWhy Cyclists CycleOkay, what I mean by “Why Cyclist’s Cycle,” is why I cycle. However, I will wager most riders agree with my reasons for preferring a…Apr 14, 20181Apr 14, 20181
Julianna KincaidNew to BloggingIn my younger years, I wrote a lot. Most of the time, my writing consisted of correspondence. The internet did not exist. I did not own a…Mar 17, 20181Mar 17, 20181
Julianna KincaidCrosswalk IrritationAfter riding over the last of three bridges out of the woods on my bike, I entered civilization. My tires rolled to a stop at the…Mar 11, 2018Mar 11, 2018
Julianna KincaidMy Bout with InfluenzaAnd what I discovered about myself during.Feb 6, 20181Feb 6, 20181
Julianna KincaidEarly Morning Winter CommuteI push my bike through the front door onto the porch. A smattering of stars dot the dark morning sky above the rooftops, the atmosphere is…Jan 22, 20181Jan 22, 20181