Cubbie died Oct. 18, 2013. He was almost 9 years old.
Hello friends, Bianchi and I need your help! This June, we’re riding in a 62.5-mile charity bike race through Buffalo, N.Y. and we’re sweating bullets because … well … neither of us has begun fundraising. Please check out my Ride for Roswell homepage and read my fundraising letter. For those of you accustomed to verbose Lance posts, I [...]
Dear Heelya’s students, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to return your letters. They’ve sat in a pile on my kitchen table for days now. I’ve read them and re-read them so many times while eating my morning cereal that I’ve memorized many of your sentiments. Per your request, I’m posting your last correspondences [...]
This ain’t me, but if it were, I’d be fine with it. The hair! The pug! The ankle socks! The Mary Janes! I wish this chick lived in St. Pete so we could kick it over beer and peanuts. I wish I hadn’t just happened upon this picture while randomly searching for PUGS on Flickr. [...]
This is my 100th post. It’s a post I started at midnight about two weeks ago but fell asleep in the middle of writing. When I woke up the next morning, I was 27 years old, had a 9 a.m. phone interview with a mathematician from Maine, a cover story due about a ballet dancer [...]
Meet my new wheels. She’s a real Bianchi. Light as a feather and the color of a robin’s egg, my Bianchi came from Salvation Army. She’s got pizza-cutter tires and handlebars shaped like my pug’s tail. When I wedged her into the front seat of my Honda Civic, she contorted into a kind of fetal [...]
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