A Technological Triumph
I bought myself a new phone today. I did it all by myself. I did the research, I considered the options, I made the decisions, and nowhere was there a Cuter offering advice. To call this unusual is to understate the obvious. I start to hyperventilate when I have to consider entering an electronics emporium. Best Buy makes my palms sweat. Thinking about talking to the worker bees at the Verizon Store sent my tummy into panic mode. I have never, ever, ever, entered one of these places without the guiding presence of a child by my side. Physically holding me upright, or tethered to the other end of my phone, all questions and decisions on laptops and tablets and cell phones and desktops have been considered by the Cuter at my side. Not so today. Today, emboldened by my three previous, lengthy, thought provoking visits to that same Verizon Store, I took the plunge. I brought Anna Quindlen's Still Life With Bread Crumbs , in hardback, and I settl...