Okay, let’s talk about something we all do but pretend we don’t – taking our phones into the bathroom. I know, I know, it’s gross....
It’s 3:17 AM and I’m standing in my kitchen having what can only be described as a heated argument with a cylinder. “Alexa, turn off...
You know what nobody warns you about when you’re thirteen and getting your first smartphone? That someday it’ll become a weapon designed specifically to emotionally...
The phone always rings at the worst possible moment. I could be in the middle of reconciling a particularly stubborn set of accounts, stuck in...
Sarah walked into my home office last Tuesday around midnight and I literally slammed my laptop shut like a guilty teenager. You know that panicked...
Last Tuesday I had seven back-to-back video calls scheduled. Seven. By the time I got to the final one at 4 PM, I caught a...
I’m sitting here at Emma’s volleyball tournament last weekend, trying to capture video of her serve, when I see it – that dreaded red battery...
So it’s Sunday morning, right? I’m sitting in my tiny Brooklyn kitchen, nursing my third cup of bodega coffee because I’m too cheap for the...
This morning while typing an email to another teacher about covering my lunch duty, my phone suggested exactly what I was going to say before...
So there I was this morning, innocently scrolling Facebook with my coffee, when the app decided to cheerfully serve up one of my “memories” from...
