I do love working in this light-filled place, sipping my skinny vanilla latte and people watching in between paragraphs. Every time I enter this store, the smell of books wafts over me like an aphrodisiac, putting me in the mood to write. There are two books on these shelves with my name on them, and in September there will be a third.
Still, in such unsettled times, in public spaces one has to be aware. There's no telling who's completely harmless, who's quirky but kind, who's suffered trauma, who harbors a malign intent. We're all suffering from a kind of public PTSD.
Did anyone see Rosie O'Donnell on The Beat With Ari Melber last night? Google it. She broke it down.