About 9 months ago, I went on vacation. Vacations are unusual for the Klempner family, and I really enjoyed the break from normal surroundings and routines.
Unfortunately, my husband checked his email on the third day of our vacation and informed me that my email account had been hijacked. When I investigated further, I discovered that all my contacts had been deleted, as well.
This scenario might sound familiar–it’s happened to enough of my friends.
Well, when I got back home a few days later and sat back down at my desk to write, the story that flew out of my fingertips was a reimagination of my email hacking.
That story, “It Wasn’t Me,” appears in this week’s Inyan, inside HaModia.
Have any of you out there turned some something annoying, frustrating, or inconvenient into a piece of art?