A few years ago, I faced an unexpected conundrum: there were only a handful of decent phone repair stores in New York, and even fewer willing and able to work on a 2010 Blackberry. There was exactly ...

Once upon a time, I was a prolific drunk-texter. Prolific. A single glass of white wine would kick it off, and the more I drank, the messier my texts would get. I started the night with a vague idea ...