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The average age for a child getting their first smartphone is now 10.3 years — TechCrunch

This week I ended up with an advance copy of Influence Central’s new report called Kids & Tech: The Evolution of Today’s Digital Natives. The report details the way kids are using technology and reveals several interesting insights including: • The average age for a child getting their first smartphone is now 10.3 years of…

via The average age for a child getting their first smartphone is now 10.3 years — TechCrunch

Native, First Generation

Wow! It appears we all have a story to tell regarding certain experiences and challenges we go through in life. You told your experience so well such that I can only salute you for the effort and courage. An incredible post, indeed.

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We always had to talk in hushed whispers. Occasionally my grandmother would forget, her voice raising, her r’s rolling. We were strange, we were strangers.

Those old farmers, in those old Ohio fields tilled my native state’s soil and yet, I was a foreigner.

To be a first generation American is always an experience in divided loyalties. To be a first generation Latina in the 1970’s in the rural, flat expanses of mid-west corn rows, was a lesson in split personality disorder.

In the summer of 1974 we visited my cousins in Spain. We walked along cobbled-stone, narrow roads while the neighbors shouted, “The Americans are here!” to one another.

Earlier in that very year, I had started school. Dressed in a pristine, pressed dress with patent leather shoes and tightly braided hair, my casual t-shirt and jeans-clad classmates had sarcastically asked me, “What planet are…

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Not Perfect, But All Right

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2014 has not been kind.

On a cold, snowy day in January, when my husband was in Tokyo, my 10 year old son received a lifelong sentence. It began with a sick visit to the pediatrician followed by another sick visit to a gastroenterologist. As I sat across from this woman, who I disliked as soon as she entered the room, I could not imagine that my son’s world was going to permanently change. After a brief examination and a denial of all symptoms from which she was sure he was suffering, she stoically pronounced “he has Crohn’s,” which only made me hate her more than I already did. She prescribed antibiotics and advised that he would need to be examined under general anesthesia.

That night, my son slept in my bed. I spent most of the night feeling his forehead, making sure he was still asleep, plotting the death of…

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”CARE TAKER” BY ALLEN COLEMAN

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”She said if she lets her little sister off her back she will be hard to find in 5 seconds flat”

4:24 pm Osu Night market ( Ghana, Africa )

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Marvel and DC Have Nothing On This SuperHero!

“The truth is that stress doesn’t come from your boss, your kids, your spouse, traffic jams, health challenges, or other circumstances. It comes from your thoughts about these circumstances.” – Andrew Bernstein

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What crosses your mind when you see a fire hydrant? Some folks don’t even give these a second thought. Others are bothered by it when the only parking spot available is, of course, a foot too close to it. Maybe the image of a pissing dog comes to mind. While most of the female population will vouch a hot fireman to be the image that happily comes to theirs. But there are a handful of us, in comparison to the magnitude of this world, that carry a different type of memory when contemplating these metal water conductors.

My story of recollection begins in a questionable neighborhood, or The Hood as some may refer to it. Summers were “cook an egg on the sidewalk” sizzling. We could never depend on the relief of an air conditioner except when we’d take a trip to Food City or McDonald’s. Even the local Pizzeria just kept their…

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