An avid reader of Sunday Night with John posed a question to me at an event I was attending this weekend. She asked me do I think I will ever run out of ideas for blogs?

The text message joked about the roles we play at the river: the recluse, the academic, the super fan, and the tree hugger.  The text prompted the reply, “What is this? The Breakfast Pizza Club,” 

By Thursday of race week, he knew no one stepped up so he wouldn’t be able to run. After my update to him on Thursday my heart found its new location in my body, smack dab middle of my stomach.

My life of service has led me to understand the struggles of the less fortunate but my time at the homeless shelter has created a window into the real cost of struggle.

Yes, there has been a rough patch of violence, racism, and hate being thrown around, but there has to be more to the human race than this.

I’m rehashing the night my Cavs won the first Cleveland title in decades. It may seem like old news to you but after this horrible week of violence I wanted to remind myself there are still moments of pure joy to be found.

The Block: Now forever etched in Cleveland Sports lore.

I had all the stupid held beliefs about how easy it must be to locate a job, and I have even worked in the field for years. In my first two weeks, I learned I knew exactly nothing about being homeless and what it takes to secure employment.