A few months ago, I was consoling a friend who had recently lost all her companions, been shunned out of school, and had rumors spread about them for just being themselves. Since COVID-19 quarantine was still going on, we could only communicate through text. She was thinking of suicide and I was just there, peppering her with reasons why she shouldn’t go, constantly spamming her phone until she would text back to reassure me this was okay. I felt her pain through the blue screen, though I couldn’t hear her sobs. After an hour, she gradually calmed down. After my mother had brought up her website’s new contest, Shining Moments, I decided to enter this story in with her permission.

Beyond Eyeballs: Pay for Outcomes, Not Addiction
After several high-stakes responsible-tech applications and helping my daughters through college applications, I finally took a Monday off. Sauna. Cold plunge. Steam. Massage. Except…everywhere the blue light from screens stole the stillness. Signs on the changing room doors banned phones; guests had signed waivers agreeing to it; steam rooms could

