A Technology Cynic Finally Gives The Flip Phone Another Go

The skin on my knuckles cracked and bled as I finished washing the last dish, a stinging end to a full day. The drone of work had relented to chasing my kids around, who now laid peacefully in their beds.
Before, I had picked up a litany of Legos and scattered children’s books. And after drying my hands, I slumped into the couch. The day was done. So as the sun set and a quiet, solitary moment at last came, I did what so many of us do; I reached for screens.Grabbing the remote, I turned on