How do you know which paths to trust? Which are solid, which are dust? Do you know, beneath your feet which steps are nets or roots or snares? There comes a point you do not care. Your heart's alive Your soul will dare. The trail you tread is lush and wild uncharted, dark, and undefiled.… Continue reading On Mountain Biking & Other Frightening Endeavors
In 2018 thanks to a brain tumor, I was struck by the truth that life-is-short. Okay, it sucker-punched me. I survived 2018, and in 2019, probably as a result of making it through mostly unscathed, was hit by this truth: eat cake. The two phrases together make up what I hope will be my 2020… Continue reading Life is Short. Eat Cake.