Author: Holly Bird

On Motherhood

When I was pregnant everything made me cry. On one particularly fateful afternoon I was out walking when I came across a poster for a missing dog in the neighbourhood. By the time I had made it home I was ugly bawling, crying so hard I was gasping for breath. When Jon asked me what was wrong I started into a long winded diatribe: a family is missing their dog, it’s the saddest thing ever, what if the dog is badly injured, what if the dog was stolen, what if the dog is dead, what if they never find him, how...

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What I Read in 2017

One of the unanticipated outcomes of my personal social media use has been being connected to other people who love to read. I have made new digital friends over a shared love of reading and have also been fortunate to broaden my reading horizons by being introduced to their reading lists and shelfies. I’m struck by how nerdy I sound just by typing this out, but I relish the conversation I hope that ensues (have you read this book yet, I love to read too, what was the best book you read last year, what do you hope to...

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Land Legs

I’m having an experience that is entirely out of body. I see myself watching tears flow from the large group of people and I am caught up in the hugging of this group, which feels strangely like a mosh pit of dancing and emotion. Hug this person, turn and hug that person, hug the next person, all while other people’s tears are drenching my shoulders of my t-shirt that I’ve worn since 3:00am that morning. I am lifting my arms, reciprocating hugs, smiling amid the chorus of we did it and I can’t believe it’s over and can you...

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Delayed

Laying on the thinly carpeted cement floor of YVR I can feel each of my vertebrae against the cold as I inhale and exhale against the rising tide of irritability and anxiety. My flight home to Calgary is delayed, initially for thirty minutes, then for sixty. Then an additional sixty minutes. I check my iPhone for updates; it is 9:05pm PST. I re-scan the phone. Email, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, repeat. I do this in circles until I set the phone down and reach for my book. It is after 10pm. I read a handful of pages and pick...

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Fishing for Garmin

Overzealous and buoyed by the warmth of the Saturday afternoon sunshine, I decided to take my Sunday trainer ride outside. Bundled up in wool performance layers and my heavy gloves, I assembled a patch kit and rejoiced at my good luck of being able to break the spell of this excruciatingly long winter. Driving north with my bike in tow and humming to myself, I was determined and prepared to finally start the outdoor riding season. Choosing a route off of Rocky Ridge drive, I faced early opposition from the winter winds. Given the blustery nature of the gusts I turned...

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HollyBird I’m Holly: an Entrepreneur, marketer and endurance athlete living in the Canadian Rockies. These are stories of my (mis)adventures.

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