Dear friends at the upstairs of a popular establishment, enjoying the opportunity to immerse themselves in written words and good drink: I’m sorry. I’m sorry because, whether you could see it or not, our intentions weren’t pure. I left feeling we had done you all an injustice and that we were unkind. I go to these places not because I can’t do what we were all there to do at home, but I want to be in the community. I want to connect with people. I love you all. The way you are. —Small Girl, Big Heart