atomic mama

A few weeks ago, while I was scouring the racks at Value Village, my mom (AKA Omie) was entertaining Lina so I could try on other people’s cast-offs. During this time of entertainment, books were found and books were read. By the time we were ready to pay for our finds, a “Junie B. Jones” [...]

After many years of love and affection for sportbikes, the Atomic Mama has shifted gears. I guess this means I’m older, slower, louder, and more willing than ever to have my best friend kick your ass in a barfight.
I’m still getting to know the bike, but am charmed so far. And yes, she’s a girl. [...]