In May of last year, I wrote a passage on gratitude. It was at the time I was starting my company Red Bicycle Books. I’ll admit I’m an avid bike rider though I certainly don’t look like a professional. If you see me riding in the neighborhood I won’t be wearing colorful spandex that sticks to my body like another layer of skin, but rather shorts and a T-shirt with a blue plastic bike helmet pedaling my red bicycle. There are many things I enjoy about bike riding. For one, the

I have been working on a handful of creative projects these past couple of months. I tend to pirouette from one topic to another or basically which bone in my body—perhaps funny bone included—is speaking to me that day. I then focus my attention there just for the day as the excitement and creative juices may dry up somewhere else yet remain fertile in others. I went through a period of time in my life I would call the Mojave effect. It’s where the ideas don’t come easily, li