Recent Entries

  • Motorcycle Therapy

    I start her up! I smell the exhaust! My head filled with chaos and rage. I need to feel the wind in my face. I straddle her leather seat, as I rev the throttle I feel the vibration through my thighs. The machine and me Bond. The motorcycle becomes an extension of me. I warm up the tires and I'...
  • The woken sheep

    I was once blind but now I see True words have never been spoken! I prayed to God for direction, and he has led me down a path that seems to be uphill both ways. I remember my mother telling me that the road to hell is straight and wide. And the road to salvation is rugged, narrow, and steep. ...
  • Update to precipice of pride

    I was enraged to hear that the pastor PJ had told my child's father after I had left in my vehicle. That because I got loud when I ran into the church for help while running from this unnamed security member, he was about to drag me out of there. No I am not kidding! The pastor of Freedom biker ...
  • Confessions of a personal rider

    Where to begin? I suppose it all started over a decision we made to introduce our child to the Christian community and give her the education of Christ. My daughters father was going to this church in Newcastle De called freedom biker Church. I am an avid rider and so is he, at first it seeme...