This is a letter to cyclists on Bear Cut Bridge, heading westbound (into Miami from Key Biscayne), on weekday mornings, during rush hour. I am not talking to the peloton (I am terrified and intimidated Read More …
Miami is known for many things but not for its cold weather. But wouldn’t you know it? The one weekend we decide to go camping (the third of my entire life) Miami was bracing for its coldest Read More …
I don’t have a sixth sense that intuitively detects danger; mine verges on paranoia that senses imminent catastrophe at any time. My anxiety used to be worst, and I now have many tools to use Read More …
I am very lucky that I met Hank Sanchez-Resnik, who is becoming my mentor in all things activism. He is also a fantastic writer and I am learning to imitate him. Together, we began this Bike Read More …
When you live on an island, you understand that you live on land that is surrounded by water; and that to get to the mainland you need to cross that water. For the Island of Key Read More …
