Pushing Off
by Liz Jansen In my dream, the bow of the canoe rested up on the bank …
by Liz Jansen In my dream, the bow of the canoe rested up on the bank …
by Liz Jansen It sounded like a noble and doable plan: take four months during the …
by Liz Jansen 2015 ended as 2016 began—in golden silence. No dragging through the past year …
by Liz Jansen Until recently, I’ve left the electronics off when I hike, preferring only the …
by Liz Jansen “No motorcycles!” The underground parking lot attendant glowered, shouting in barely legible English, …
by Liz Jansen My grandparents were refugees, fleeing civil war, starvation, and persecution. Speaking your mind …
by Liz Jansen When motorcycles talk, I listen. And so it was that I pulled off …
by Liz Jansen In my dream, I was going down stairs from the upper to ground …
by Liz Jansen This weekend I’m leaving for 5-6 weeks on the road. While I won’t …
by Liz Jansen Motorcycle Art, Photography, Gasoline Additives, Taking a Hit and Fun on Small cruisers …