She walked into the dry and dusty classroom with a glistening forehead. It was a hot August day in Arizona, and the heat had not helped to soothe her stress and anxiety. She came toward the desk where I sat and let out a deep, tired breath while she dropped her backpack from her shoulderContinue reading “TMI – The Information Age and its Limits”
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Politically Romantic 