Column: Parents, stop texting keiki during school

When I was growing up in the ’80s, I was truly free. Once I left the house, my parents and I had no way of contacting each other until the end of the day. If I encountered a problem, I had to figure out a solution independently, without the crutch of texting Mom or consulting Google. The only time I called my parents for help (collect, on a payphone) was on the rare occasion I felt my life was in danger.

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