I Really Am Not a Rebel!

By Cirtnecce I am not a rebel, really I am not. I never had any intentions nor did I go out of my way to be the rebel. It just seemed to have come about. Let me explain – as a child in the very traditional society of India, I was expected to fit in…

When My Cat Took Care of Me

By Sarrah J. Woods When I was twenty-four, I suddenly found myself jobless and living at home again with my parents. I had brought my two cats with me; fortunately, they bonded quickly with my parents’ cat. Often I would wake to find all three cats curled up with me on my bed—and they were…

Go Green

Another cold, gray early December day. The temperature is dropping and the light rain that has been falling since the middle of the afternoon is beginning to change to sleet. I trudge up the increasingly slick sidewalk from the bus stop to my house around the corner. Bare trees. Brown grass. The world has gone…

Becoming My Own Parent

By Sarrah J. Woods I am blessed but also cursed with an excessively driven mind. One night while I was lying in bed and trying to turn my brain off enough to fall asleep, I happened to ask myself this question out of curiosity: “Do I have any really deep fears, the way some people…

The Joy of Socks

If anyone had told me that turning into an avid cyclist would also make me fall in love with socks I would have snorted, yeah right! But that is exactly what has happened. I now spend far too much time looking at cycling socks and coveting them. Why this is such a big deal will…

Everything Needs an Origin Story

It might be disingenuous to say I have no idea what I am doing. But then it might not be since I have not done anything quite like this before. I’ve been blogging about books and bookish things for twelve years, writing about my garden for three, and just recently began to write about bicycling…