My addiction is my 77-year-old mother’s fault. I was visiting her at her home in Wickenburg, Arizona, and she was doing the usual: waiting on me hand and foot, watching sports on TV, and—this was new—playing a game on her phone.
“What’s the game, Mom?” I asked. Oh, I was so innocent then. Read More
Are you one of those parents who runs screaming from any room where video games are being played? “They’re so loud!”
Or do you sneer at games? “They’re violent. They’re a waste of time. They’re annoying.”
Or do you titter like a Victorian heroine and wail? “I’ll never, ever understand those video games!” Read More