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As I pedal through groves of Hazelnut trees, I don’t think about millions of kids around the world spreading Nutella on their toast each morning.
Gliding past rolling…
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Soaked to the bone, my hands so cold my thumb doesn't have the strength to shift gears, I'm hammering as hard as I can on the descent, desperate to get warm and dry while one…
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My gloved hands buried deep into my down jacket pockets as I curled my toes up and back endlessly hoping to keep blood circulating to keep frostbite at bay, I watched with…
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RAZ'S NOTE: During this week of Thanks, I offer an excerpt from my ebook A Bucket List for Thank Yous. It’s a compilation of Thank You letters I wrote to the people who have…
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My eye caught a glimpse of nothing more than a white dot in a lush green palisade of Douglas Firs rising from the mirror surface of the reservoir, but the flutter in my belly…
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EDITOR’S NOTE: Far too often we only focus on one side of an affair. Let’s look at this one from both sides. Another in an on-again, off-again series If Bikes Could Talk.
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For as long as I’ve been on this planet, and it’s probably a hellava lot longer than most would guess, I’ve believed watching someone’s head as they nod off can be the…
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PHOTO CREDIT: UW-Whitewater/Craig Schreiner
Trapped.
That’s what it felt like.
All eyes were focused on me, and the unnerving feeling that accompanies that situation…
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Gliding along sweet singletrack under the morning’s whitewashed sky I wondered whether or not the clouds would eclipse my dream.
The last solar exclipse to cast its…