My husband came home from work last week with a story that felt all too familiar: a coworker had a meeting with higher-ups due to complaints coming in from clients who worked with him, specifically related to his misleading definition of a product he sold them. They asked him to repeat his description, and quickly discovered that he could not get his own story straight - tripping over his words in a murky attempt at explaining the confusion, defining the product, and in turn,

What did you want for your 16th birthday, more than anything else in the world? I can tell you what I didn't want: a surprise party.

I never had to think about mobility when I had room to do it.

If you happened to read my last-week-of-school blog post from this past June, you might remember how frustrated and saddened I was by student attitudes that rounded out the school year. I'm not naïve enough to expect every kid to be excited for the last day of school, ready and eager to attend their class parties, field days, or whatever celebrations await them. I've known better than that for as long as I've held the job. But I certainly found myself oddly wistful for my own

Who are we supposed to look to for proof that we don't have to disappear into obligation and jadedness by the time we hit the mid mark? I'm looking for the woman who can show me.

When I say "transhumanism," I'm not talking about inhabiting Mars or becoming a multi-planetary species. I'm talking about the philosophical position that human limitation is a fundamental error.

A book about presence, written by someone who seems barely present with or tolerant of the reader's actual experience of reading it: that's the central irony I kept returning to, and I was never quite able to shake it.

Perhaps sadly, the thing I remember most fondly about spending the evenings at my grandparents' house was the unfettered and largely uninterrupted internet access. No one else ever seemed to use that computer, and no one ever nagged me for how much time I spent on it. It was all mine at their house - the internet itself felt like it belonged to me.