God knows, I can’t remember all the screen names, passwords and PIN numbers I have accrued. Now, thanks to speed dial and cell phone we don’t have remember phone numbers anymore. Perhaps this is a gift in disguise, a way to keep our memories sharp. Or, drive us completely insane.

I bought a little wire-bound notebook, stuck in some tabs for topics, and loaded it up with all the passwords I had on scraps of paper and in a disorganized, falling-apart, tab-less one. I disguise many of the important passwords with just enough info for me to remember, but not for the would-be criminal. It’s been a sanity-saver (Is that a writer’s oxymoron?). I highly recommend this–especially for multi-faceted password management, like parents’ finances, separate businesses, education, kid-related passwords, etc.

I’m convinced that you could write about shoelaces and make it interesting, Deborah!