The Urban Resident Local Doc on the Block


Bad People and Thanksgiving

As per my count, there have been at least three shootings within my three block radius in the past three months.  One resulted in a death.  The first one happened at an intersection I had driven through literally a minute beforehand; I heard the gunshots nearby after getting home and,...



One of the most difficult things I’ve struggled with since moving here has been a sense of entitlement.  That word is not one I ever hear from those living here, mainly because it’s never used in a positive context.  It is typically in reference to “handouts to the poor” and...


I am not above the charity of God

I was re-reading one of my favorite books, Blue Like Jazz, when the following excerpt hit me hard.  At the end, there is a stunning quote worth meditating on. For a very long time, I could not understand why some people have no trouble accepting the grace of God while others...


Quote of the Day

Friend: You play ping-pong? Me: Are you asking me cause I’m asian? Friend: Well, yeah.  I mean, I’m black and I’ve done drugs.



I am currently sitting in the pharmacy, waiting to pick up prescriptions for my neighbor, X. He is one of the more colorful characters on my block: a young man with an easily distractible but friendly affect who loves to pound on the door and invite himself in when it...


Humbler Yet

We were sitting around the peeled and cracking table, chatting late into the night.  It has become a common occurrence in our small dining room to see an eclectic mix of people  perched on different pieces of our patchwork furniture, trading stories and snippets about what it means to believe...