A human is asked, oh what is that?

That in your hand, squarish and flat?

A dial of some sort, a device of the future?

No, no, my friend it is much more than that.

Oh what is it? That which you hold.

For Generation (wh)Y, the uncontested, unconditional love (addiction) for our mobile devices has reached a point of intimacy far beyond what us earth roaming creatures could have…

Growing up in the stick woods of Northwest Georgia, about 1 hour north of…

writing with no direction

Summer after high school