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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the beautiful flawed hurting mean angry exquisite world

By | November 23rd, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Poetry|

I wonder if this world has heard the expression "to hell in a hand basket" or if it even cares that a hand basket especially one of wicker or wood or straw wouldn't hold up well in the flames not to mention the smell it would carry if you were [...]

An African American Man, Donald Trump, and Listening #UberChronicles

By | November 22nd, 2016|A Contemplative Life, My Uber Driving|

A few weeks ago, I picked up an African American gentleman while I was driving for Uber here in Lancaster. I don’t initiate conversations with passengers – I always find that to be super-annoying as a passenger, when a driver won’t shut up. So I normally say a sentence or [...]

What All Refugees Have in Common

By | November 21st, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Courageous People of Lancaster|

My new friend and Arabic translator. I sit in my car on an unseasonably warm day in November, and I'm across the street from CWS. Church World Service. They work with partners to give hope, opportunity, and relief to refugees and immigrants relocated to central Pennsylvania. I sit [...]

To My Son, On Election Day

By | November 8th, 2016|A Contemplative Life|

The sun waits to rise on James Street hiding behind buildings, peeking up from under the edge of the world. The shadows in the alley still have something of the night about them, heavy and deep, but light has begun to spread, running like spring water, leaking up from underground [...]