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What They Never Tell You

By | January 10th, 2017|Poetry|

There is something no one tells you while the guests are still there, while the cake watches, uncut, while the rings still feel unfamiliar, slippery, like something stuck between your teeth. What that thing is, what no one tells you, (during the toasts or the speeches or the dancing) is [...]

The Most Awkward Passengers I’ve Ever Had #RidesharingConfessional

By | January 9th, 2017|Ridesharing Confessional|

Photo by Oskar Krawczyk The man waved me over to the curb. He was fifty feet ahead, so I pulled front and to the side. He looked like he wanted to tell me something, so I rolled down my window. “We just, uh, need to wait. For my [...]

The Weight of it All #RidesharingConfessional

By | January 6th, 2017|My Uber Driving, Ridesharing Confessional|

Photo by Katie Hetland I got a call to pick someone up, but they were twenty minutes away. I normally don’t accept those fares – either they want to take a super-short trip or they cancel when I’m only halfway there. But it had been a slow night, [...]

I Must Confess

By | January 5th, 2017|Poetry|

I must confess I painted the green table and the yellow chairs, the ones we bought when we were first married fifteen years ago when my stomach was flat and we didn't shy from starting movies (and other things) after 11. When sleep was commonplace, like mis- matched socks, and [...]

He Told Me He was Ready to be a Father #RidesharingConfessional

By | January 4th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, Courageous People of Lancaster, My Uber Driving, Ridesharing Confessional|

As an Uber driver, driving the same person is rare. It’s happened to me exactly twice. The first time it happened is a ridiculously strange story I’m still trying to figure out how to tell. The second time it happened was on a rainy, January day when the year still [...]

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An Honest Reflection on Self-Employment, Canceled Contracts, and Hope

By | January 3rd, 2017|A Contemplative Life, On Writing|

Ride with me for just a moment on this roller coaster called self-employment, in which I try to provide for two adults and six children. This is how it often goes: I live a life of relatively uneventful days and sleepless nights. Poppy is five months old and highly skeptical [...]

In Which I Feel Unexpected Affection Towards Someone I’m Driving #RidesharingConfessional

By | December 15th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Ridesharing Confessional|

Most mornings, when I’m going to drive, I peel myself off the floor where I’ve been sleeping beside Leo’s bed. He’s not been sleeping well at night. I creep out of the room, make some delicious Passenger Coffee (Union blend), throw on some clothes, and climb into my cold car. [...]

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