While the interwebs are filled with photos of glamorous, hot, sexy, booty-short-wearing women (and men) at #BurningMan… women with inexplicably clean hair, with boots they couldn’t walk more than 20 yards in (and never ride a bike in), and with outfits often looking like hundreds of dollars of designer-wear fashion went into their making, I offer…
One of my Uber Chronicles stories.
Beep.
My next passenger is also on campus, which makes me happy. University of Maryland, College Park, is my alma mater, and I haven’t spent much time here since I graduated in the mid-’80s. Navigating to my passenger has me driving around campus in an area of…
In 2005, I was married to an amazing man, Eran Eisen, and we were living in south Florida, right below West Palm Beach, when news of Hurricane Wilma came through. Wilma was a slow-moving (meaning it was going to stay around awhile and not just blow through) Category 4 hurricane, the size of Texas, headed…
My next pick-up is nearby in Capitol Hill, land of many old historic homes, the U.S. Capitol, the Senate and House office buildings, the Library of Congress and more.
I pull up and see a group of young adults, all clearly dressed for a special night out. There are five of them, and they walk to…
From my Uber Chronicles
I’m on the highway heading home now. A ride request comes in. I take it.
I’m headed to a Walmart to get my passenger. He calls right away. His voice is gentle, masculine and lovely. He asks me if his bike can fit in the back seat of my car. I tell…
A book review by Ahmed Ehimare Audu after my first Uber Chronicles book was published.
The book Uber Chronicles: Field Notes from the Front Seat was loaned to me by a friend to whom I had spoken about my interest in driving professionally for Uber. “Read it,” she said.
At first I…
I see my rider standing outside the Harris Teeter grocery store. He’s dressed in athletic clothing, looking nonchalant as heck. He sees me approaching and casually waves his hand in acknowledgement.
His Uber manners and protocol are good. He states his first name. Pauses. Waits for me to acknowledge that he is, indeed, my passenger…
Late last night, as I was finishing up on a project, I started to feel not well. Maybe it was the cup of blackberry and cinnamon tea I’d just tried for the first time. Maybe it was all the prunes I ate in my search to find something quick and easy to eat earlier in…
I had a time in my life when I spent my days intimately involved with a small group of people who were utterly and completely dedicated to personal development and understanding--best folks could--the mysteries of the universe.
It was a divine time. And while a challenging one, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Their dedication,…
I’ve gone through different periods in my life where the fear and claustrophobia of being in a cave overwhelmed me. It wasn’t just fear around caves, per se, but having to crawl through a small, tight cave opening. From one room to another location. Through a tunnel. On my belly.
must ... get ... out
I…
An app development company was running up against the same issue repeatedly with some customers not understanding the development process and why the first stage--the initial discovery phase--of the project was critical for understanding a client's goals and articulating what it was, in detail, that was going to be developed ... and at what cost.
Hence,…
As more and more companies are doing business across country lines -- whether it's through satellite offices, having vendors or suppliers in other countries, or having customers in different countries -- it's important to know: Are generations globally relevant?
Unfortunately, this answer is not cut and dry. In this video, I'm going to address this…
