At first I thought, Oh no, is this a meth lab motel? Then I quieted my mind and tuned in.
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Motorcycling is pretty straightforward: Oh, here's water, so I'll take it slow an easy; uh oh, here's a patch of gravel, so I'll get it and go. But life doesn't always present itself in such an easy-to-figure-out way.
Carter dug Denbeigh's grave in the back yard with a little moral support from a neighbor. The old Corgi was the only dog either of my boys had ever known as a family member.
If you had to introduce yourself to a dozen strangers every day, with no naysayers or fact checkers weighing in, what would you say?
Proving the old maxim that there are no strangers, just friends we haven't yet met, meet Bethany, from Kenosha, Wisconsin.
I entered the Wyoming Frontier Prison Museum with a breezy attitude, looking forward to seeing the place where colorful outlaws paid their public debts. I emerged a very different person. Here's why.
Kevin Bacon's not the only one who's six degrees of separation from the other people in his tribe. We're all drawing closer together each day. Here's a story of how my tribe reached out to me from yesterday's story.
My "sea to shining sea" aspiration at Port Orford, Oregon: is this a case of no guts, no glory? or "pride goeth before a fall"?
Here's a tale of stunning beauty and the kindness of strangers from my favorite national park, Glacier.
Two lessons I learned about riding a motorcycle in slop that also apply to life and some advice from Oliver Wendell Holmes