I remember our first family computer as a mauve, clunky, fascinating piece of machinery with a pixilated Windows logo on the screen. And on the other side of that screen was a world of opportunity limited only by imagination. My father would show me this world, a world he learned the language of by teachingContinue reading “Type”

Class of 2020

When I graduated from high school, my mother, father, and middle school aged brother and sister sat in the bleachers and cheered. They got pictures, clapped when the principal announced my name, and hugged me after the ceremony was over. When my brother graduated from high school, I travelled from 1,500 miles away to sitContinue reading “Class of 2020”