Ghosts in the Machine

I replaced our aging laptop last week. A mundane event; the old laptop is slated to become a kid-safe web and homework machine. Fresh out of the package, the new Mac boots up, and I click through the setup screens. “Do you have any files to transfer?” it asks. I haven’t thought about the files … Continue reading →

I can’t quit you, baby

My relationship with writing is like a deeply dysfunctional romance. Writing is that guy who keeps calling when I’ve told him I need to move on. He stalks me. He has my number. It’s no use; I’ve tried to change it. I’ve had the “it’s not you, it’s me” chat with writing. I’ve given myself … Continue reading →