I came upon it rather, By chance, Or was it destiny? There alone it was upright in the woods, Beckoning, Silently, A lone bike eager for...

I ran across an 80 year old man in a bright red North Face, XC Skiing in these Appalachians. He caught up to me and as he zipped by I...

Today, believe it or not, I grieved getting old. And it wasn't really all that bad. There are good memories; there's some things that...