Drew Gilbert Father, Husband, Filmmaker, Artist

On Biking France

On Biking France

The days are all blurred together. Wake up, ride, find an afternoon hangout, relax until things cool off. Ride some more – the only day of the week that I make sure to be somewhat aware of is Sunday, the day of the week when it’s…

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On Making Exercise A Priority

On Making Exercise A Priority

Here`s an odd confession: Though I have worked for 16 or so years as a commercial artist in a variety of forms, possibly the best job I ever had as an adult was when I worked for three weeks at Trader Joes. I had been…

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The Actual Point Of This Trip

The Actual Point Of This Trip

We are two weeks or so into a trip that we haven´t technically reached the starting point for, and some weird truths about my personality are now in the spotlight that I really need to work on. Right now it’s my “queue”. I may have…

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Babies, Bikes and Breakdowns

Babies, Bikes and Breakdowns

It felt like we were never getting out of Pamplona. More than once during our week there I declared “We live HERE now!” The city is pretty small, so much so that you can get very familiar with the city in a single week, especially…

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To My Classmates On Our 20th High School Reunion

To My Classmates On Our 20th High School Reunion

Disclaimer: You literally need to have been a classmate of mine to really follow what comes next. You’ve been warned. Hey guys, I hope this note finds you all well. I’m truly sorry for missing this particular reunion. I always assumed I would be able…

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The First 24 Kilometers

The First 24 Kilometers

I’m a big fan of the movie Gattaca. It’s about a guy who is just a normal dude born in a world where everyone else gets a genetic leg-up. Designer babies given the very best traits from both parents, and what this normal dude does…

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Giving My Kids A Little Bit Of My Own Childhood

Giving My Kids A Little Bit Of My Own Childhood

There are vast reasons that Cole and Stella are having a completely different childhood than the one I had growing up. I grew up in the same town until I left for college in Philadelphia, these kids will have put in more miles than most…

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There’s A Reason I Am The Family Sherpa

There’s A Reason I Am The Family Sherpa

It’s the day before we are set to bike around Costa Brava, and nothing feels right. My head feels fuzzy, unfocused, which is to say, more than usual. My body feels fatigued, I can’t decide which reason is more likely – the off chance that…

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Drawing New Orleans

Drawing New Orleans

Not a single offer of two-for-one lap dances in front of the French Quarter gentleman clubs. This, despite having to walk past every one of them 2-6 times per day. Even when I wasn’t hauling Stella in one arm. My guess is that everyone quickly recognized…

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I Spent 5 Days In A Small Room With Children And Everyone Thought I Was Super Awesome.

I Spent 5 Days In A Small Room With Children And Everyone Thought I Was Super Awesome.

Boogers, cookie crumbs and crawling. That was my week. Imagine spending eight hours a day for five days in a small room with 2-4 children, all four years old or under. Now imagine it with no ability to get internet. It’s not an ideal way…

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