It's time for a talk

One year in and I want to be a better partner.

There’s a coffee place on fifth avenue in Brooklyn where I frequent a few mornings every month to do work (I’d like to manage a few times a week, but the desk and our French Press are only a few feet away). During those visits, the nursing staff of a nearby clinic roll in to get their iced coffees, there’s a pit bull named Oliver who gives me kisses, an…