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…
Why did the turtle cross the road? Why, oh why?! (This isn’t a post about my speed in the sudden heat of New England, by…
If my life was a sitcom, everyone would have seen it coming. Sunday’s workout was a brick. (45 minute easy ride followed by an hour…

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