Every week I walk 7 minutes to a coffee shop to write. $5.50 for a drip I call writing rent.

Yesterday, I'm walking home and see our mailman. I didn't expect him to recognize me. I glanced his way. He makes puzzled eye contact. "Where do I know you from?" "I live next door." "Oh – you're the one with the adorable son. Matt, right?" That did more for me than the cup of joe. I keep 93 names in my notes app. Where I met them, one detail about each. Just felt like the right thing to do. A few months ago, I'm walking down the stairs at my gym and see a man I'd met a couple weeks before. "Hey Omar." He stopped. "No one remembers my name." I'd just never been on the other end of it before.