Twitter. Oh how I could stroll that infinite corridor of information. Ever since having kids my personal time has been squeezed into a tiny ball. Still, I’d finish putting the kids to bed, open my phone, and where would I end up? On Twitter for 45 minutes. An hour. Hour 30. I’d sit there feeding whatever meager morsels of free time I had left to that tiny blue bird, it gobbling them up like some kind of attention soaked black oil sunflower seeds1. Twitter was my go to. I could certainly g...
