When I was a child, we lived at the very edge of the city, the outermost ripple of the postwar suburban tract home malaise. We lived in a sweetly named, Mayberry-esque development called Elmvale Acres, a former farmer's hay field,…

We live in a world connected by electronic means of communication. It is indeed a blessing. But it is also a loss. Let me explain. My wife and I stay connected to our son in London, England through Skype, FaceTime, smartphone texts…