Beginnings on Two Wheels

Back on May 22nd, I threw out a challenge to a few of my blogging buddies to write or photograph or wax poetic, during the month of June, over two-wheeled transportation: Bicycles and Motorcycles. If you’ve not been to Mary J Melange prior to today, I must tell you that I have a love of both. While the 15 years of motorcycling are but a memory in photos and brain matter and the weight of a leather jacket, the pastRead more

Identity: Do You Know Me?

Where does one start with defining their personal identity? Do I start with the name I was given upon birth? Or at age 5, the year I began wearing glasses? Do I mention high school, the years of attempting to find self-esteem and a date? Or of the first foray into adulthood, securing my own apartment at the age of 18? What about securing a job that would take me on a 40-year journey? Or how I failed to runRead more

Cherished: Memories in a Plastic Box

I had plenty of cherished objects to choose from for the subject of this post: A china doll that belonged to my grandmother; a pouting stool painted by my father; an orange bicycle in the garage; jewelry from a friend; a chest of drawers that belonged to a great aunt. What I eventually chose was this: My cherished object is not one thing, it’s a collection. A collection of photos. In plastic, rectangular boxes. Memories of childhood, parents, trips, cousins, neighbors, weddings, friends,Read more

Little Green Men

A week ago Sunday, at church, I received a visual aid. Green army men! Score! Although the sermon related to the story of Ruth and focused on tiny victories of faith that lead to the “big win,” my mind immediately went to my brother and our childhood. Since there were no other siblings, we occupied our juvenile time together carving holes in snowbanks, climbing trees, drowning spiders, building forts out of furniture and cardboard boxes, etc. As my brother would have refused tea timeRead more

Black is for Dead People

So says my mother. Mom has a ratty black cardigan sweater that I have been wanting to replace the last few months. It is her “wubbie” of sorts, a cover-up when the A/C is too cold or the heat is not warm enough. It is also in a condition that Goodwill would consider ripe for the “no” bin. This black sweater is full of pills and pulls, linty pieces of Idontknowwhat and a hole big enough for a child’s handRead more

I Still Miss Him

Nope, it shall not be the former husband. Or the turtle I had as a child. Or the cockatiel named Banana. Or the awful boss from 24 years past. Why would I? This time of year, in the youthful days of spring, I miss him the most. I hear the roar of his brethren and sisterhood in the distance and it gives me chills. I know he’s out there somewhere, racing in the wind, guiding a free spirit along blacktopRead more

Journey on Two Wheels

 On the menu today: Journeys, limericks, and alliteration. They traveled far and wide, on a concrete road Past the mountains, along the coast, the beauty of an ode Two wheels under the seat Carried them in a forward feat Iron motor moving to the music of a rider’s adventure told (Today’s response to 201 Poetry is an homage to my former days as a biker chick. I miss the journeys.)Read more

Contrary, Bitter, Rebellious and Loved

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells, and pretty maids all in a row. Yep, Mary is the name (if you didn’t pick up on that before the nursery rhyme, you might need glasses or more coffee). I was prepared to counter the “quite contrary” with a rousing debate, until I read the meaning of Mary via Behind the Name. Usual English form of Maria, which was the Latin form of the New Testament GreekRead more

Biker Chick Stories: An Introduction

In the time I have been posting on WordPress, about five months, I have not hit upon my former biker chick life. It was a life I led for 15 years, gathering fond memories of learning how to sit properly on the back seat, how to drive my own bike, how to embrace the biker ways and simply enjoy the ride. It is a life that I would still be leading had circumstances been different. I have the leather jacket,Read more