My kid called from the Mohave Desert. (And I’m not speaking metaphorically.) Tent up, flapping in the desert breeze. Backpack and bottles strewn about like her bedroom used to be. Her skin freckled & parched from trekking 130 miles in the heat. It’s her third leg hiking the 2,650-mile PCT. A photo chirped my phone... Continue Reading →
He couldn’t wait to take me there. “I have something to show you when you have a minute.” In our marriage that once meant, I know you’re gonna love what I love. Today it means, I know you. “I found a picture you are going to want to take.” He says, standing at door wide... Continue Reading →
My identity was faked on Facebook. A bunch of my friends were used as pawns for pillaging. It’s so creepy. I'm so sorry. My picture smiling, hovering over videos concocted to coax and confiscate. Thieves advancing right along with technology. Though confidentiality clauses and privacy policies plaster everything we sign, code, or chip—they're finding new... Continue Reading →
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