Midnight Train From Georgia

Very extremely important things to remember; or, how to get the party started (standing instructions from Susan).

I’ve written previously about my cousin Susan. She meant the world to so many of us.

Mom’s Place in the Peloton

I consider this story a fragment of me. You can change yourself by telling (changing?) your story, right? I’m not even sure if I got the dates or facts right, but this is how I remember it.

Why Pelotonia Scared the Shit Out of Me and What I Did About It

I still twitch when I hear a whistle as if I am missing an interval. I still shake out my arms and stretch my shoulders to signify the beginning of an important experience. Last year, I found myself doing just that…

Look at All These Signs.

This post comes at an apt time as I learned this week that I am still walking (and riding) around cancer free. Seven years since my initial diagnosis seems crazy and wonderful all at the same time. You will hear cancer survivors refer to this as having, “No Evidence of Disease” or NED…

happy birthday, suz.

Susan had a gazillion friends. She loved meeting people. Learning things.

How the hell did I get Cancer?

In October of 2009, my wife, who cuts my hair, noticed that the mole on the crown of my head “ just did not look right” and told me to please go see a dermatologist asap.

Who out there is married? Children? One of the things I want to share, and I…

We can’t go it alone.

In our first year as rider-participants in Pelotonia for most of us (Erin and Noble volunteered in 2012 when they worked at Kenyon; Amy rode in 2009 — lucky duck!) we admit to being a bit naive about how exactly we could raise our required fundraising commitments. At the same time, we…

Why I Decided to Cycle 180 Miles

I’m uncertain how to even start this. The emotions? The energy? The loss? The pain, literally in your butt (!), from sitting on a bicycle seat for hours on end?

In November 2012, my aunt passed away, her body consumed by breast cancer. Six months…

Our 1200 mile adventure to fight cancer.

Or, what’s the deal with this “Midnight Train” business?