Marie Winn Essays

Television_ the Plug in Drug

I arrive home about 4:30 in the afternoon after school. I march my way into my younger brother’s room to ask him if he wants to play a little catch in the side yard (baseball season starts in two weeks after all). Upon asking, the answer I get is, “No, I don’t really feel like it today. Maybe another time.” Normally, I wouldn’t think this is a big deal, but the same scenario happened every time I asked him to…

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