What Is Memory, Anyway?
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.
Megan
AI & Humanity: Have We Been Here Before?
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 in history
"Wow! Your Mom is So Rich!"
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
divorce
A Tale of Two Kitchens and What Freedom Feels Like
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
body wisdom
Let the Energy Flow: How Modern Schooling Inhibits Children
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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That Time When I Cried Over My Breakfast Plate
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
We're Too Poor
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
the one where i said fuck this
This post was assisted by AI. For years, Mother’s Day meant dragging four kids to his mother’s house to celebrate a woman whose job was already done, while I was drowning in the trenches of motherhood, alone, unseen, and exhausted. I’d swallow the pain. Smile. Stay quiet.
Annoyed Into Awareness
This post was assisted by AI. for the witch who knows the path is paved with eye-rolls and breadcrumbs Not all awakenings arrive in dreams or silence. Some show up mid-sigh, mid-mess, mid-scroll. Some arrive when the toddler spills their cup again, or the same rooster crows just as the
Ashes and Tea: The Ritual of Reclaiming Your Inner Girl
Last week, we honored our little girl. This week, it's time to go deeper. I see you. Honor that feeling of resistance, but now come back. You're ready for this and we're doing it together. Even the most charmed life holds trauma and you
Healers Needed; Apply Within
This post so eloquently captures the journey. The time is now, witches, to awaken to your deepest knowing. It has always been there, waiting for you to rediscover it like a hidden gem. WE NEED HEALERS, women who have been through hell and back, bringing with them innocence and purity.
Honoring Your Little Girl
I'm in a dingy, overpriced BnB on the Oregon coast, clinging to what solitude I can find while I await my van. The Oregon coast is a place of magic. I first met it only a couple short years ago, but it hit me in a way no