I’d Rather You Call Me

Why I don’t love the all-mighty text message

Leah O'Daniel
Jun 16 · 5 min read
Person holding banana as a telephone.
Photo by Yasin Arıbuğa on Unsplash

My babysitter, Ms. Mae, had an avocado green rotary phone. It sat on a tiny, 3-legged table next to her orange-floral couch. It was magical to me as a little girl. It didn’t have buttons that beeped like our phone at home. It had what I called a spinner in the middle, instead.