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No Cell Phones for Pre-Teens

My youngest little dude hates me forever. Again. This time it’s because I won’t get him a cell phone of his very own. “But, Daaaaaadd, all my friends have one!” I don’t even bother with the cliff response. I just told him no. Repeatedly. While it’s true that several of his friends do have cell [...]

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Prisoner of My Phone

So the condo in which I stay when I’m in Florida is a bit of a Stephen King novel. (The Dead Zone. Get it?) This means I’m lucky if I get any sort of call, important or unimportant. Which was, eventually, you know, kind of nice. But it made me remember my first cell phone. [...]

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