Dependence or Obsession?

by Margie Senechal
 
Last week I lost my phone for a day. 

I didn't go into full mode panic, because I was reasonably sure that it was in my mom's car despite the fact that she had already searched for it. No offense to my mom, but I knew I could be more thorough because I was invested in finding my phone.
 
During the 24+ hours that I was phoneless, I realized how reliant I was on my little rectangular life line.

When it was time to get ready for bed, I didn't have an alarm clock t...