Bike. Run. Climb. Ski
My two teammates – both named Erin, both the youngest children in their families, both fairly quiet souls measuring 5’2 and weighing in at 103 pounds a piece – are capable of tooting cute little rainbows every once in awhile. I’ve witnessed it. But racing your bike all night long is disgusting business, and I
Public Writing for Professional Purposes
thoughts of a wandering woman
Attempting the extraordinary
interdisciplinary writing at the university for readers besides ourselves at Northern Arizona University, Flagstaff, Arizona
heather schramm-lifestyle photographer
Enemy of rock climbing, ice climber's bane, arch nemesis of the bomber climbing anchor.
Rides in heels, speeds down hills, splashes in puddles and stays out well past dark.
the only certainty is change
