Ok, a bit of a brag, but last weekend began with a big surprise….a call from the editor of the Broad River Review informing me that one of my stories had just won their 2015 Rash Award for Fiction. This was obviously a very happy moment for me, but my initial joy was heightened by two things. Not only had I heard my cellphone ringing, but I had dared to answer it. I have a rather uneasy relationship with my phone. I do not suffer it, and telephone calls in general, gladly, and I am convinced that this comes partly from spending my childhood in South Africa, and partly from my dislike of being beholden to anything. When I was growing up…