Confessions of a Community Castaway

And a wake up call from the Surgeon General

Lately, I’ve caught myself in a strange world of suspicion. Cozied up in a coffee shop corner, I glanced at the people surrounding me, sizing up how much or little we had in common. I worried who might react if they saw the cover of my book or the words on my computer screen.

At the physical therapist office, I overheard an earful of political commentary…