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Someone Died on Our Street

By | March 29th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, Identity|

Photo by Krista Mangulsone via Unsplash Two or three nights a month, I'll wake up at an ungodly hour and see blue lights flashing against our white window blinds, a rhythmic beating, like the inside of a vein, or a party light. But, because it's happened so many [...]

The Man With the Teardrop Tattoo #RideshareConfessional

By | March 28th, 2017|Ridesharing Confessional|

Photo by Reza Shayestehpour via Unsplash The rider canceled once, but I kept driving in their general direction because sometimes people cancel their ride request accidentally, or sometimes they want to try to get a driver who's closer but it’s just not going to happen, so I try [...]

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Great Responsibility: Maile’s Thoughts on Intervening After Seeing a Mother Hit Her Little Girl

By | March 27th, 2017|Uncategorized|

Maile and Leo, in his first moments of life. After last weeks post about us confronting a neighbor who hit her little girl, we've had a lot of feedback, all over the map. Maile and I have continued to talk about it, and I asked her to please [...]

On Seeing a Neighbor Hit Their Child, What Maile Did Right, and What I Would Do Differently

By | March 24th, 2017|A Contemplative Life|

About a week ago, I pulled up to the curb on James Street in time to see someone’s car being loaded onto the flatbed of a tow truck. I had seen the Lancaster parking authority vehicles earlier that morning, and a few of their employees going door to door, trying [...]

The Woman Who Never Said a Word #RideshareConfessional

By | March 20th, 2017|Ridesharing Confessional|

Photo by The How Photographer via Unsplash I picked them up in front of a nondescript science center, the name of which I can no longer remember. The mom was impatient and tired. The little guy, maybe eight years old, was only tired. They didn't crawl into the [...]

When I Picked Up an Angry Rider Who Said She Needed a Blunt #RideshareConfessional

By | March 17th, 2017|Ridesharing Confessional|

Photo by Ander Burdain via Unsplash I had my angriest rider ever the other day. This is what happened. Sometimes, it can be hard to find someone. Sometimes, a person's location pin drops in a strange place, or they request a ride from the back of their house [...]

Keeping My Eyes Open

By | March 16th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, Faith and Doubt, Identity, On Writing|

I'm not sure why I went with this photo, other than it's one of the few recent photos of all of us, from Mardi Gras, and I've been wanting to work it in anyway. Eight years ago, when Maile and I were at the bottom financially (or the [...]