by Marsha Jorgenson | Aug 7, 2026 | Whispers From The Round Pen
Today I made a birthday cake. It had been years. Not because I forgot how.Not because I didn’t enjoy baking. Because somewhere along the way, I stopped. For a long time, baking birthday cakes was one of the ways I loved people. I measured flour, cracked eggs,...
by Marsha Jorgenson | Jan 16, 2026 | Whispers from the Road
From Bozeman to Chase – Curves, Kindness, and One Fierce Storm By the time I left Bozeman, the road had become more than a path—it had become a partner. Each mile was a prayer. Each curve, a conversation. My body and bike were moving in harmony, and the joy that had...
