Today, my to-do list keeps growing instead of shrinking. It’s like a monster from a sci-fi movie, a speck of a bug that everyone scoffs at until it morphs into a gigantic beast who crushes unsuspecting humans underfoot. 815 more words
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Apparently it’s a modern psychological condition, Nomophobia: The fear of being without your smartphone.
I have the opposite.
I’m no Luddite, no hater of all things technological or modern, but I have an overwhelming fear of owning a smart phone. 919 more words
Laptop, iPad, video game, cell phone.
This isn’t my wish list. This is what my about-to-be-eight-year-old daughter will tell you she wants for her birthday if you ask her. 854 more words
She stepped right off that bus and kept on going.
The rest of us shuffled off after the long drive and congregated silently on the sidewalk, awaiting further instructions. 859 more words
Looking at that stage, you would have thought that there were 40 little stars in the show.
From gingerbread cookies, to a mysterious gypsy, from village peasants to silly hobgoblins, forest sprites, and a bridge troll who wants payment from forest travelers, you couldn’t tell at a glance who was telling the main story and who was telling an aside in the performance of 773 more words