Be gentle with yourself.This is a long and difficult journey.
As I hunched over my laptop at Fair Trade Coffee, a local café and hangout near our downtown condo, from the corner of my eye I saw Howard approaching. I felt frantic about meeting the looming book deadline. What if he was in the mood for a chat? Not now. My time is valuable. I had important things to do.
Howard is a regular at the coffee house. He was usually there when I arrived, and he was still there when I left. When I worked in the café over several weeks, we had become friendly. Most of what I know of him—and it is not much—has been gleaned from overheard conversations. Like me, he takes the light rail to get to the coffee shop. Unlike ...