A Garden

My family was die-hard New Yorkers. Ahhhhh, concrete! Brick, tall buildings, and views of the urban canyon! But when I was in about sixth grade, my father was lured into taking a job as the maintenance chief for a large suburban residential development on nearby Long Island. The country. No, not really. But to folks …

A Parking Lot For Apps?

Open journal with pen beside succulent and smartphone on wooden desk

To keep my phone from becoming a parking lot for apps, I periodically purge the screen and gleefully hit delete on things I've never used or won't use. It came with a bunch of pre-installed junk that I got rid of rapidly. Good riddance. What do I use? Well, obviously the phone, but beyond that, …