Moments before my first ever book signing event, my iPhone died. Or at least it appeared dead. Cold, black display mocking me. Frantic screen tapping proved futile. Nothing. I tried turning it off. No response. I needed an Idefibrulator. No time now. I would deal with it later. Fast forward to home after wildly successful …
You probably don’t know this, but you almost took me out this afternoon. in Your passenger-side mirror was one inch from my driver-side mirror. Yes, I was in my own lane. You, my dear, were not. I understand that sometimes we drift, and get it back together after a near-miss. Sometimes an animal runs across …
Carol Graham tells the story of a horrifying car crash and what she realized about life because of it. Read more from Carol on her blog, Battered Hope. Have you ever had a brush with death — an experience that made you stop, shake uncontrollably and realize you should not have survived? You …
A friend recently called me, upset because she got a $350 ticket for talking on her cell phone while driving. “It was important,” she wailed. But it seemed no amount of explaining would convince Officer DoRight that the need to move her massage appointment from 2:00 to 4:00 constituted an emergency. Cell phones have changed the way we communicate with family, friends, co-workers, and even …
n 1979, we did not communicate in acronyms. We had our own lingo. This language was common to all age groups. We had phones that were dialed. We had mail. We had tin cans and strings. No one ever really knew where anyone else was at any given moment. There were times when someone …
