Like many young adults, I consider myself to be attached to my cell phone in nearly every way but physically. I use my phone constantly throughout the day, and oftentimes find myself absentmindedly checking social medias like Instagram, Snapchat, or Twitter even if I unlocked the screen for other purposes….

My childhood consisted of my sister and I sitting criss-cross applesauce on the living room floor in front of our small TV watching endless amounts of Disney films. We would run to our plastic box filled to the rim with Little Mermaid, Lion King, and countless other VHS films to…

Considering how much of our time is dedicated to broadcasting visual proof of our day-to-day lives, it’s no wonder that my peers and I have come to be known as the “selfie generation.” It is now nearly impossible to escape the lens, with anything from phones, tablets and laptops to…

My iPhone is easily the thing I depend on most in my life. I take great care of it because I use it for most aspects of my daily routine. I use it for my schedule, my social media, my reminders, my phone calls, my pictures, my calculator, and my…

I cannot go a day without my phone. The same can be said about the charger, as well, because the phone is virtually useless without the charger. My days start off with the sound of the alarm ringing at the highest possible volume from my phone. One could say I…

Since I was young, I have been slave to a small plastic plug-in creature with a long, long tail. This small creature (or the plethora of creatures I have acquired and collected over the years) has brought me life through social networking, communicating, and even time wasting. Coming in black…

I received my first cellphone when I was 10 years old. I like to think of it as a product of divorce. It was a flip phone, no camera—it was strictly to use it for calling home and staying in touch when I wasn’t. When I was with my dad,…