I. Until fairly recently, I had a respectable monthly allowance of expendable income. The target of said expendable income had become, for better or worse, ritzy clothing retailers. Silk, modal, lace, one-hundred-dollar pairs of pants, elaborate bras, uncomfortable shoes: over the years, my wardrobe blossomed like an Anthropologie flower brooch.
These days I make just enough [...]
As much as I hate wearing a bike helmet while riding (but I do, I wear that damn uncomfortable stupid-looking thing everywhere), I love carrying it around. At the grocery store, across the parking lot, into coffee shops. There’s something pretty badass about holding a helmet under your arm.
I transport myself in a way [...]
Wouldn’t you know, that the day my new bicycle finally arrives, after weeks of delay and miscommunications, after years of fear regarding the Boston city streets, after studying maps and sizing helmets and coming to terms with my mortality, I leave my apartment to pick up said bicycle — and halfway there a man cuts [...]
I somehow found myself squeezed into a bike shop in Providence around midnight, dolled up in black tights and a short grey skirt, hair twisted and pinned back with bobby pins. I was surrounded by the kind of people I might be today, had I made a few different choices a few years ago. Unshowered, [...]
There isn’t much that I wouldn’t do for a bicycle.
They pass me every day on my walk to work: a whir and the click of switched gears, a breeze across my face and suddenly they are in front of me, churning pedals and disappearing over the hill. Sometimes they’re girls in skirts and leggings, frizzy [...]