Rachel Held Evans is someone I never met. I never had any correspondence with her and we weren’t pen pals or even Twitter friends. But I knew her. I knew her through her books; books which one-by-one, shifted the makeup of my understanding and expanded the scope of my faith. Today, she left us. Of …
There’s a man who sits with his daughter in the back car of the 1 train on their evening commute. I assume he picks her up from school or aftercare once he’s finished with work for the day and together, they take the train home. They’re an unassuming pair, save for the fact that she’s …
Yesterday, I got on the 1 train to head uptown to my apartment and much to the relief of my tired feet, a seat was available. The 1 train is the principle mode of transportation to the Upper West Side, so the evening rush hour commute is a burdensome one, heavy with people traffic. As …
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