Bill has owned his small shoe and boot repair shop off of Hollow Way for 31 years. “That’s older than you are, you know,” he told me as I stood on the other side of the counter waiting for him to find the boot I had dropped off the week before – the left one of…

And I didn’t just stumble a little or wobble – I wiped out, bit it hard core, crashed suddenly in slow motion on the sidewalk (aka “pavement” in English talk) on a busy and main road called Cowley, which is full of experienced cyclists that were passing me up and speeding to work or school as if…

I’ve always wanted an excuse to blog. While I struggled with the idea of publicly processing my day or overconfidently assuming innocent internet browsers would care enough to actually read a sentence or two, I secretly believed my life was interesting enough to write about. Maybe not novel-worthy, maybe not newspaper-article-worthy and maybe not even…