iPods and YouTube and Twitter, oh, my! An unnerving but enlightening teens-and-the-media summit.
Writer & Columnist • Santa Barbara, CA
Writer & Columnist • Santa Barbara, CA
iPods and YouTube and Twitter, oh, my! An unnerving but enlightening teens-and-the-media summit.
“Mom, can I draw on my neck?”
It was spring and I was cleaning the kitchen — trying in vain to scrape the perpetual gick from the bottom of my toaster and scrub the perennial gunk from the base of the faucet — when I heard those words and glanced up, sponge in hand.
Indeed, my toddler’s palms, forearms, elbows, T-shirt and the tablecloth surrounding his untouched coloring book were lavishly scrawled with shamrock-green marker.
“And,” he was good enough to ask, “my hair, too?”
Starshine misses Cancun by 500 miles and wakes up in another strange, exotic land. Wearing capri pants.
Starshine’s caught speeding and, to her own shock, doesn’t try to wriggle out of it.