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