Back to my roots: Facing the Fear

What is it about the unique nature of human beings that leads someone to attempt the same stupid thing – repeatedly.

Mountains and Molehills

12 months, 5 days and a scattering of hours.

No, not the amount of time since I last wrote a blog although it does seem like it. Actually it’s the time elapsed since I last set foot (or wheels) on this exact spot, although so much has happened since, it seems like a lifetime ago.

The Tale of a One-handed Wannado

If you’re sitting comfortably then I’ll begin.

There was once a girl of indeterminate (but definitely not excessive) years who loved bicycles so much that not a day would go past without some time spent riding her shiny, metallic steeds.

Look Ma No Hands

It’s funny how a change in circumstances can broaden our horizons. Nearly 6 weeks after the accident and I’m becoming proficient at no-handed life. With the aid of strong teeth and leg muscles, most basic tasks are achievable.