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, [...]

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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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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That Time I Drove Around Four of the Minor Gods

By | December 14th, 2016|Poetry, Ridesharing Confessional|

Photo by Ivan Timov They emerge through mahogany doors, out from under Greek letters, like four of the minor gods. They are all cardigans and collars and suit coats like their fathers (lawyers, doctors, accountants) brazen laughter at past conquests and those to come. Nothing holy or sacred [...]