I’ve had a love-hate relationship with autocorrect—on word processors, smartphones and especially with the one in my head. I’m spilling stories about both at the Mudroom today. Spoiler alert: Check out the rose metaphor gifted to me by writer-sister Chelle A. Wilson at the end of this piece (and follow the link to her wise and beautiful work). It’s been an absolute game changer in the midst of COVID-19. Find “AutoCorrect Me” here.
The Narrows 