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A Nun’s Bicycle

Blog Published: May 21, 2009

Summer is here and that means bicycle riding for me. Having grown up with bikes, taken bike day trips with my family, commuted by bike, ridden mountain bike trails and long stretches of open road, I feel very much at home on a bike.

A Nun, a Lutheran, and the Perfect Storm

Blog Published: August 5, 2008

Last night Chicago witnessed one of the most spectacular storms — also very dangerous. Here’s my story of the storm.

Ride Like a Nun

Blog Published: June 22, 2008

It’s not often that nuns get a mention in the world of pro cycling. Emma Pooley — who rides for Team Specialized and is a contender for the British Olympics cycling team — details her experience riding the Tour de l’Aude on Cycling Weekly’s blog.

In the Groove

Blog Published: June 12, 2008

Sometimes prayer is “easy” when life is going well, I am rested, not anxious, etc. Sometimes it is the opposite.

Cycling and Meditation

Blog Published: June 11, 2008

Yes, even nuns workout. I come from an athletic background having biked a lot and played team sports and just been an outdoorsy kind of gal.

Elvis Sighting by Sister Julie

Blog Published: April 17, 2008

Yesterday my buddy Carol and I went for a post-work bike ride. It was terribly windy so instead of doing the Lake Shore Trail, we rode through the neighborhood and along the North Branch of the Chicago River. Lots of kids were at the parks, and there were other bikers and runners and dog-walkers on the trail.

Nun on a Spring Day

Blog Published: April 3, 2008

It is wonderful to hear the birds chirping again and to see the sun early in the morning. Perhaps spring is here, though in Chicago we are always fearful of yet another snow storm.

Catholic Chicago at the Chicago History Museum

Blog Published: March 17, 2008

Saturday was field trip day. I saddled up my trusty mountain bike and prepared to traverse the city of Chicago in search of the Chicago History Museum. I write “search” because I have this terrible habit of being able to picture where something, setting out to get there, and then realizing I’m not sure where exactly it is.