Local Doc on the Block
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,...
True to form, there was a new group of people sitting around the dining room table, which had only gotten more chipped and rickety in the past few months. Again we came from very different backgrounds, but this group was particularly unique in that most were from out of town:...
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 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...
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.
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...