chapter 1 | Jennifer Bisbing • Writer • Editor

Jennifer Bisbing • Writer • Editor

April 14, 2015
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4/14/15

My sister pedaled ahead on her new bigger bike. I pushed my feet down on the pedals as hard as I could to catch up. My forty something body disappeared as I neared her back tire—it suddenly turned into my seven-year-old self, yelling “Let’s go!”

Gleefully the adventure began with my sister leading the way, warning me about obstacles on the sidewalk and preparing me for hills ahead.

I pedaled three or four turns to keep up with her one long push and glide. I didn’t know where we were going. I just knew it was someway my big sister had discovered. Someplace I had never been.

We zigzagged through the streets. We crested the hill. We made it!

We looped back towards the way we came and as we zoomed downhill, she warned, “one more hill ahead.” I panted and fell behind. My sister back pedaled in place at the top, waiting to lead me home.

February 18, 2015
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2/18/15

Puppies are good at getting into that deep fleshy part of your heart—that spot where you easily burst into laughter and fluffy cuddles turn you into a mussy cooing mess.

February 16, 2015
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2/13/15

I thought twirling with Irish Wolfhound show dogs topped all my dance parties but boogieing with two poodle puppies is priceless delight.

February 4, 2015
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2/3/15

Somedays you just need to be selfish and cut across that untouched field of snow just to see what the untraveled path feels like.

February 3, 2015
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2/2/15

The wind battered me pretty good to the point where I winced before each looming gust.

February 2, 2015
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2/1/15

During the blizzard I imagined Chicago was Everest, only flat and I could breathe.

January 23, 2015
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1/23/15

She stood still, almost frozen outside the bakery, taking in the smell of fresh bread, which sent her mind back to her grandmother’s kitchen.

January 22, 2015
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1/21/15

With the first lap across the pool I get reacquainted with your wetness. On the second lap I start to let you carry me. By the third there’s no separation between us.

January 20, 2015
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1/20/15

“Stop the car! Get out of the way! Move over! Let someone else drive and you can watch the view,” he ranted after she absent-mindedly made a wrong turn on her way home. She begrudgingly slid across the bench seat and sat in the silence for forty years.

January 18, 2015
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1/18/15

There was that cat who used to try to smoother me each morning—stretching across my esophagus until I awoke and gasped for air. He also drew bats to the window screen.

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