You have been growing.
I didn’t need you to step up into the measuring booth at Busch Gardens to tell me that. No need for a doctor’s statistics, a growth chart, or a scale to verify what I’ve known all year. 845 more words
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
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