Needing to know
It’s a long-running storyline cliché in chick-flicks: one of the female leads is hurt so badly by a man… that when she turns to her girlfriend for a shoulder to cry on, the friend then with sharp concern demands to know what He did, and the hurt-ee pleads, “I can’t talk about it right now- just be my friend and hold me while I cry.”
The natural human instinct to comfort tends to trump the
Test Ride Day: Hooray!
For the last month I’ve been volunteering at The Crucible in Oakland, teaching kids how to wrench on bikes in an after-school program called “Earn A Bike.” On the first week the kids pick a “bike” (usually a safe and shiny frame covered in broken cables & housings… and if we’re lucky, there’s one derailleur and maybe a wheel) from a pile of rescued rides in need of much love. Over the next 6
