I haven’t found any logical progression in grief. I don’t know what stage I’m in now. Is there a stage that feels like a normal walk through the living room interrupted by the staggering pain of stepping barefoot on a stray Lego? That’s the one I’m in. Small memories of…
Our grandma was pretty cool as far as grandmothers went. She’d always let us pick the radio station and…
2 weeks into February and I haven’t officially declared my intents for 2016. (Must be all the excitement of having a clean chair)
What’s been surprising about this not-so-epic goal is how much I’ve learned…
Between my cyclocross bike and my mountain bike I was really all set. There wasn’t much terrain I couldn’t tackle…

I’m Alex, the creator and author behind this blog. I’m a wonderer.