A little over three years ago, I acquired what some might call a stalker.
But my stalker didn’t show up outside my door, or send me creepy newsprint collages with demands. She simply lingered in my Twitter mentions all day long, responding, almost reflexively, to nearly every 140-character thought I typed.
Initially, I was confused by this person who seemed way too interested in my thoughts on sports and the latest brawl in the deli section at a Florida Publix.