It’s a blustery, freezing evening tonight. The semi-icy rain pelts the side of our house; I snuggle more deeply into my down blanket; my tea on the windowsill fogs the glass above. I turn the page of my book, and I come across this lovely gem from Mary Oliver, one…
Come November, it can get a little gloomy here in Portland. It’s dark when I leave my house for work in the morning; it’s dark when I leave work for home. For the last few rainy days, even in the height of afternoon it never actually felt like the sun…
In an unprecedented move yesterday, I actually took the bus for most of my commute to work. Whaaaaat? Stasia opting to take the bus when there’s a bicycle in her hot little hands? Yep. Basically what it came down to was a whole bunch of wrenches thrown into my morning,…
Ever since I started commuting to Gresham (almost 6 months ago now! Gosh does time fly!), I’ve been scheming a blog series about the ride out there. “Tales from the Trail,” I’ve imagined it being called, because despite the available direct route straight east on SE Division Street to work,…