When Christmas was in sight, I was already run down and dragging my sorry carcass (since early November, really) to the holiday and some much needed time off. And once I’d gotten through all the events in the calendar leading up to and including Christmas Day, plus another one that had to be rescheduled forContinue reading “Begin/Stop”
Tag Archives: Bicycle
Riding Miss Betsy
Her steel body squeaked unnervingly as we bounced along the uneven pavement. My hands, gripping the short, ribbed handlebars, struggled unsuccessfully to keep the oversized front wheel from wobbling. The man who lives at the top of the block looked up from his weeding, amused. I had regularly watched him breeze up the hill duringContinue reading “Riding Miss Betsy”
Sonia Nicholson 