“Моя американка” — my American — hits harder than a punch in the gut. It is hurled without warning from my mother's lips. Just as innocently and quietly, her disdain for my thick American accent and ...

I write because I am terrified of forgetting. Not the mundane forgetting of where I placed my keys or what I ate for breakfast, but something more profound — the forgetting of who I was at a ...

My first book, The Digital Fourth Amendment, came out last month. I wanted to write some posts on the book over the next week. And I figured I should start with the most fundamental question: Why on ...