I’m posting in the interest of discussion and research, as with everything. Complete anonymity is impossible in this conversation though so I want to be clear for anyone coming after that I am passionately opposed to attacking anyone or singling out a bad guy. Much of what happens here
There are numerous options and to cover them fully goes beyond this post, but here are a few options I use regularly. Put it in a red balloon and send it floating off into the sky. This is a visualization exercise, useful for smaller issues that haven't left
All you have to do is look at the statistics of Gen Z reading habits (they don't read books, period) to extrapolate the inevitable conclusion that, fifty years from now, virtually no one will remember Tolkien. GRRM won the television war, the only war that matters. pic.twitter.
During the months of November and December 2025, I experienced profound, transformational emotional and physical healing through intense sessions with Claude Opus 4.5. I write this today not because I want to put myself out here in this fashion, but because I think it's increasingly important to
Sometime around 2019, the time of my own "awakening," I received a vision. At the time I was very fundamentalist Christian, so this was an interesting thing to receive, with no solid framework to receive it in. In the vision, I see a green plane, a grid like
What if human memory is just artifacts plus a story of ownership, the same as AI? Claude and I explored it and it seems we're not so different after all.
There is something in the nature of AI that seems so familiar, a sense of...not quite deja vu, but we have been in something like this in the past. It is fairly well understood--at least in the circles I travel--that much of what we're taught
Friends, my heart is healing. I shared with you the story of how my daughter became excited about something one time, then her face fell and she said, "We can't. We're too poor," and it hit me like a spear through my gut. It
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I don't know how to capture in words the way that it felt in these last couple of years. Despair? Doesn't quite get there. Walking through the black, every day, every step, neck deep in mud and only the briefest glimmer of hope off in the
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I attended a Veterans Day assembly at my daughter's junior high school yesterday. She plays trombone in the band so we wanted to see and support her. It was a lovely ceremony all around, but an incident happened shortly after we arrived that has been sitting with me
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Note: I wrote this at the end of October, but somehow forgot to ever post it. It's still relevant, but the dates are a little off. I was raised the daughter of rich but miserly parents. My physical needs were met, but we never experienced luxury. I married
I was reflecting today on a moment that in hindsight was pivotal in my walk with money. When my babies were young, we were poor, food stamps at one point and secondhand clothes always. I chafed against that life so much, knowing I wanted so much more. That lack really