Bike the Boros: Staten Island

Bike the Boros: Staten Island
The downhill on the other side of this hill was a mix of reward and terror, like: a lil’ bit of “Oh yay! Downhill!” with a lot of “Oh shit! This is treacherous!” It was a steep, winding downhill road with no shoulder to speak of, two-way traffic with a lot of pot holes, a couple of stop signs peppering the decline and a couple of hairpin sharp turns coming off the hill thrown in for good measure. Not for the faint of heart. But who knew that was coming?

My husband is not my soul mate.

Originally posted on The Art in Life:
It might seem odd that on this, our one-year anniversary, I am beginning a post with the declaration that my husband is not my soul mate. But he isn’t. I wouldn’t want to imagine life without James. I enjoy being with him more than anyone else in this…

If you can’t move your mountain…

During a conversation with a friend recently, she mentioned how difficult it was to move the mountains in her life. My response: “if you can’t move your mountain, beautify it.” It was an automatic response. We both laughed. And we both pondered it. I’m still pondering…. I’ve learned that heavy lifting of any sort -ContinueContinue reading “If you can’t move your mountain…”