#SoCS: Yes to the Horizon

“I’ve been in my helmet, I can’t tell you how many times, smiling – and actually laughing out loud, enjoying what’s going on around me. You do feel it. It does enter you; it takes over your whole spirit. You just kinda want to go YES!” ~Lance Coury, as quoted and printed in The Enthusiast magazine~ Road or trail Two wheels or three An ode is what this needs Fast or slow Clutching or shifting The smiling spirit it feedsRead more

Scrunching. Gaping.

“Are you catching flies or what?” ~Pauline~ When I was young, I heard this line on occasion from my mother. It usually happened while intently watching a favorite cartoon or TV program. I couldn’t help myself. My big teeth and overbite kept getting in the way of always keeping my mouth closed. It still does. I catch myself doing it at work while intently watching an Excel spreadsheet, and also scrunching my face so I can see better with theRead more

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

Risk on Two Wheels

Discover Challenge: “You have to have a place of your own to take the kind of risks necessary for intellectual development.” This week, take a chance. Take a deep breath, publish, and see what happens next. I’ve chosen to write a narrative in third-person as this tends to be a rare occurrence around here. I hope you enjoy and leave it up to you to decide if I’ve taken a risk or taken the easy road. She was never much of aRead 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

The Age of a New Season

We often emphasize age as a number, a calculation of the days, months, and years we’ve been awake and living. Yet, as the saying goes, our age is also a mental state, a series of milestones that remind us of where we’ve been, and where we’re going. I am five years old today. A desire burns to jump into a puddle and soak the shoes on my feet; to skip down the driveway and stop to draw hopscotch squares onRead more

BikerChick Stories: The Good, Bad and Ugly

Portions of this post were taken from a story I wrote on a blog within a music artist’s fan page back in 2009…when I was married and still in possession of a Harley-Davidson trike. I’ve updated it to the present tense, but the people, places and events remain the same.  In my former life as a biker chick, March was a difficult month for me. It signaled the beginning of spring, but March was also on the downhill slope towardRead more