Have you ever found yourself staring down at your phone, mentally straining as you telepathically will the connectivity bars to light up â€“ signaling a genuine working connection? I usually find myself muttering sarcastically, â€œIf only I lived in a place ubiquitous with technology and connectivity!â€
You may think such a concept synonymous with the Silicon Valley.
You would be wrong.
More often then not itâ€™s less bars in more places (to autocorrect AT&Ts former slogan).
But then I go home.
I grew up in Southern California, deep in a canyon community between the San Fernando Valley hills. Privacy is delightful; even more so, Iâ€™m sure, in 1978, when no one found themselves huddled next to the guest toilet because there may be possibility one dot of cell service intermittently transmitted through.
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Once lush green stalks of tall grass glowed an angry red, as though they had been sunburned instead of merely water deprived.
I always presumed I would see plumes of yellow during the deep dog-days of summer, as the plants prepared for winter and reminded me to take hay fever medication. It was, after all, almost August. Instead the bleached tips of overgrown weeds in the expansive field waved a white flag of surrender as though mocking America the Beautifulâ€™s sweet-smelling waving wheat. Continue reading →
Years ago I brought two tiny babies home from the hospital. Turns out, the constant flicker of fluorescent lights and unceasing beeping alerts from monitors conditioned these small people to distrust the dark. (What â€“ you mean like my womb where they were supposed to stay?)
Not to mention that after three months planning the great escape, followed by three months in baby jail, there was a lot of the world to explore. So I told my newborns a bedtime story.
As we celebrated the birth of our nation this past holiday weekend, I thought it only appropriate to harken back to the days of yore. To revisit a significant period in our nationâ€™s history and perhaps discuss the impact it has on us today.
I am, of course, referring to the late 1980s when oodles of children sat at their Apple IIgsâ€™ and played Oregon Trail from Disc 1 of 2 theyâ€™d just inserted into the floppy drive. Continue reading →
And once the storm is over, you wonâ€™t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You wonâ€™t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you wonâ€™t be the same person who walked in.
– Haruki Murakami
Prematurity is an experience no one really thinks about when they embark upon the adventure of parenthood. And itâ€™s not one anyone wants. But once fate flings such a twist our way, we find ourselves part of the secret society we never asked to pledge. Continue reading →
The muppets had energy oozing out of their pores. So we decided to go for a family hike.
Two hours. Two miles. But fear not future park patrons! Nary a rock remains on any part of the dirt trail we canvassed this afternoon. (Back at our homestead, our washing machine began quaking across the garage in anticipatory fear of the quarry bounty now stored in all the tiny pockets.) Continue reading →
I just got all caught up on HBOâ€™s Newsroom. Mind. Blown. Love that show â€“ passion, power and general awesomeness. You see, 20 years ago I saw the movie Broadcast News and decided that would one day be me. I was going to tell stories.
Now, I donâ€™t claim to be an expert (I only have two degrees in communication studies), but isnâ€™t that what we bloggers do? Storytelling. Granted, this blog isnâ€™t what I do for a living, but the concept sure is close. Continue reading →