Raz

Growing up in Wisconsin my introduction to Oregon unfolded in two manners: Watching Steve Prefontaine charge down the homestretch of legendary Hayward Field on…

One would probably have a better chance of seeing a snow leopard than catching me in a Lycra cycling jersey these days. I’m not really sure why. Maybe just too…

As my bike weaved freely to and fro across the roadway, I glanced across the vast lava field atop the Old McKenzie Highway and chuckled with a snort of snot…

Keeping my speed at a reasonable pace on my Saturday morning drive became quite a challenge with my heart and mind racing at breakneck velocity. I couldn’t get…

Manic butterflies in my stomach gurgle and churn my morning coffee and steel oats into, well, I don’t want to even imagine what as I remind myself what I have…

Well, at least it stopped raining. That’s the first thought I had looking down at my derailleur after the pedals stopped spinning with a jolt in the middle…

The perfect storm began oh so quietly, sneaking up on me like my Golden Lab when I open the fridge. Monday morning dawns and oddly enough I find no substitute…

I hate being cold. You might surmise it reminds me too much of my childhood winters in Wisconsin. Back then my parents would snatch us from school and…

The subtle nuances of life’s magic never ceases to amaze me. As I planned my columns for the New Year, this one leaped out at me: February 14, Valentine’s…

Somewhere along the line, joy became my goal in life. Not fortune. Not fame. Simple joy. My life has been full of joy nearly nonstop since the day…