As someone who too often apologizes for her need to be alone, Fred Rogers words are a gift, a permission slip to slide out of my pocket when the world is too much with me. I’m not seeking loneliness. I’m searching for solitude. Pockets in a day or a week with time for me, myself, and I. It’s where my brain finds space, and my creativity gets refilled. Solitude isn’t loneliness. It’s not even alone time. It’s me getting time with me. Some regular solitude is necessary to my overall functi...