Tonights book reading is brought to you by Kendra Velasquez.
So I woke up in a very weird mood today. I obviously need more coffee in my system before I interact with people. I am sure that you, my dear reader, know what I am talking about. So in the interest of perking up my mood, I googled Nonsense Books. What came up was
A Wrinkle in My Life.
By Jenn Wilbur
Lately I have been spending extra time in front of the mirror. Counting. I have never really worked too hard to prevent wrinkles but somehow I was caught off guard by them. They started around my eyes. The results of squinting into the sun and adjusting my vision
Summer is coming and one of the joys of summer is hitting the golf course. Bikers for Books is hosting the 2013 Bikers for Books Golf for Literacy outing. We hope that you will join us at this fun event. Lots of things to do and ALL funds will go to support our mission
When I was younger I remember my parents riding motorcycles. They rode both dirt and road bikes. I believe that is where I get my passion for them. I have raced dirt bikes and also am an active member in a local Motorcycle Club. My son raced motocross for 6 years and he also
My motorcycle has taken me many places. I remember going to the Blessing of the Bikes in Baldwin, Michigan. We took the highway there because we wanted to get there fast. On the way home, we took some back roads and ended up going through the Hardy Dam, what a beautiful place. In 2003
He sat at the bar with his leathers and patches. For this he was already labeled by many patrons in the small town bar. In fact I too had probably already judged him without even a word exchanged. He risked rejection and approached our table. It took my friends only but one brief glance
My husband has always been a “biker”. Well, a biker at heart at least. In the beginning he was a
“magazine/Harley T-shirt” biker. He didn’t own a bike but dreamed often of the day he would. Honestly, I didn’t care either way. We were two very different people from two very different backgrounds.
I was born the
As a child growing up, my family practiced a religion that forbade us from
celebrating any type of holidays. I remember feeling weird and out of place
during the holidays at school. I became a master of lies when my friends
asked why I wasn’t dressed for Halloween, or why I couldn’t participate in
the gift exchange during
My oldest brother Chacho took his position seriously. He lead the way for the rest of us. He lived life to the fullest, he experienced many things, he lived high on the hog, he also sought shelter under its belly. He always pushed things to the limit and sometimes beyond. Eventually his free spirit