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Be Fearless

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I haven’t been doing this lately. I tend to get lost on my journey.  The road twists and turns and I follow it without really looking sometimes. It’s hard to stay on the path, but the farther you stray more you realize how cold your heart has become,  and how much  you long for the warmth of the passion and the fire you once had. It’s not enough to say you want to do it. Life is...

Issue #3 Modern Moto Magazine

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I write for a women’s motorcycling magazine called Modern Moto. It’s a great resource for all things women and motorcycling. Gear, clothing, and inspiration to take you to your next destination, whether it’s on the bike or just in life! This issue features an article I wrote about finding your passion and creating your own internal revolution. Check it out at 

Modern Moto Magazine

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This is the magazine I write for: It’s a fantastic new gear / fashion mag specifically aimed at women riders. I write some product reviews, but mostly inspirational stories about life as a woman and a motorcyclist. I’m really proud to be part of such an amazing team of women writers and riders with a passion for riding yet a desire for safe, well- fitting and functional gear and...

Finn Wins! Next Generation Indie Book Award!

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I always knew that Finn was special – now apparently the judges agree with me! So so excited to announce that Finn Again is 2017’s Next Generation Indie Book Award Winner for fiction! I am humbled and so thankful to all who have loved and supported the telling of Finn’s story. And as a bonus, we have a September 1st target 🎯 for the release of the next book in the series...

Walking The Labyrinth

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“Life is the journey of coming home to ourselves.” ― Lisa Cypers Kamen A journey is that thing that takes you from one place to another. It doesn’t have to be an exotic destination either. A journey is a journey, whether it’s around the world or across the room. But even if your legs don’t work – even if your hands are too frail to turn the pages of a book, the...

What Does Your “Stuff” Say About You?

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Everyone collects something, but not everything we keep is worth keeping. The ability to take an honest inventory of that which no longer serves us is healthy, and there’s something about purging (the “out with the old” part of  “in with the new”) that does good things for the soul. People come in all shapes and sizes, from hoarders to minimalists and everything in...

What Doesn’t Kill You…

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Every year on January 1st I go for a walk. I write down the first twelve things I see that seem significant – things that leave an impression, then I flesh out my impressions in my journal and use each one as an inspiration for the coming months. Laugh if you will – this exercise is extremely powerful – and surprisingly accurate. Last year’s impression for December involved a...

The Timeline of Life’s Story

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I’ve been journaling for as long as I can remember. Literally. As soon as I could spell I started keeping a diary. In the midst of a difficult childhood, it became the only way that I could safely process my thoughts and feelings. As time went on and life got more complicated I still turned to this almost daily habit whenever life got overwhelming, but as a busy young mother, my entries...

Modern Moto Magazine Official Launch!

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  Hey there beautiful people! It’s March 1st, and that means the premier issue of Modern Moto Magazine has finally launched! I’m super excited to be writing for this brand new motorcycling magazine aimed specifically at women riders – helping to empower them to ride safely and also to find great looking gear that actually fits and is made for women! This magazine was the...

Dance With The One That Brought You

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A long time ago my husband and I used to work with a lot of young people. We worked in schools and centers and with youth groups plus had four kids of our own. There were always extra kids and extra teenagers hanging around our house. Like, a lot 😉 It’s funny because after a while, no matter the subject, I felt like I was answering the same question over and over again. Eventually  I came...

Change Is The Ride

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image source I remember buying my first bike. It was only about a week after my endorsement class, and one of my instructors had said something to me, tongue in cheek, that I’ll never forget. “When you go to buy a bike,” he said “remember this: When you turn it on, it should turn you on right back.” I’m pretty sure I laughed out loud at that one. As a newbie...

The Far Side of the Mountain

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  Standing naked in my kitchen one day, making some salmon fillets and a microwave baked potato, I was forced to think about my life and my choices. Ok ok. It had nothing to do with the salmon. Or the baked potato. Most people have something they don’t like about themselves. Mine is an apparent inability to figure out what I want out of life. Ok that’s not entirely true. I know...

Going Toward The Mountain (Or, an ounce of reinvention is worth a pound of cure…)

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The idea of reinventing myself is an interesting concept. Invention refers to creative ability, but to “reinvent” means to change something so much that it appears entirely new. Entirely new? Is that even possible? Most of us try on new things. New clothes, new voices, new “favorites”, new friend groups. We try things on for size. To see if they fit. To see if we fit. And...

Beauty From Ashes. Literally. What it means to be a survivor…

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I was fourteen when Mt. St. Helens last erupted. I remember my brother, who lived in Eastern Washington at the time, telling us how the ash fell like snow and they were scraping it off their cars. The devastation near the mountain was incredible. None survived within the blast zone, especially not the hardy old Harry Truman, who refused to leave Spirit Lake when evacuations were ordered. Foremost...

I’m afraid…not. (Confronting the fear of being a woman and traveling alone on a motorcycle)

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Some people call me fearless because I ride my motorcycle and camp solo, but the truth is, this shit scares the hell out of me.  Don’t get me wrong, Belle and I make a pretty good team (“Belle” is my Harley – I named her that because she’s Beauty And The Beast) but I’m still solo a lot of the time. It isn’t that I’m against riding with other people, but a lot of the time I just crave...

What the heck is a YURT? a.k.a. Motorcycle camping for the wet and wild :)

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Yurt camping is kind of the best of both worlds – you get the experience of camping but with several of the comforts of home – like the ability to stay warm, and dry which – in the Pacific Northwest – is not always easy to do. It also gives you a bed off the ground and all you need is your sleeping bag – no pad, no tent, no worries! This trip was kind of a spur of...

Thoughts Along the Way – Changing Perspectives

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I was walking along the beach on my last motorcycle trip, picking up rocks and shells and looking at the things the ocean had left behind. I picked up a particularly  beautiful light green stone that looked like it would be much more at home on a beach in the  Mediterranean than the Pacific Northwest, and I wondered how far it might have traveled through the seas. I wondered what its journey had...

Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History…

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    I think the thing I hear most often when I’m traveling by motorcycle is: You’re riding alone? Most of the time the answer is yes. This time I shared the first day’s ride and then camped with a friend. It was only a 2 day adventure but I covered 433 miles with plenty of stories and a bunch of gear to review because of it!   Setting out from Portland I went...

Madrid Day 3 – Life Is Art

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  Standing in front of Picasso’s Guernica at Reina Sofia, I became a different person. And I don’t mean that in some cheeky, self-indulgent way. I mean it in the truest sense of the word. This change was not subtle. It was startling. I have never been a lover of modern art. With its seemingly simple brush strokes, violent streaks of color, deformed faces, stick figures, and incongruent...

We were together, and this was just a part of our life…

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We were sitting in a cafe last night about 11 pm having a little pastry before bed (because in Madrid you can do that, and because when you’re on vacation, calorie counting is sacrilege) and my daughter asked me what the most memorable part of the day had been for me. I had to think about it. I’d had very little sleep in the last 48 hours so my brain felt fuzzy and even the sugar...

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