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.
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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
reclamation
How I Found My Voice on a Kitchen Floor
A semi-hilarious look at that time I yelled so much I lost my voice.
grief and longing
Vacuuming While Drowning
Hard hits in funny ways
starting over
It Will Be Hard Sometimes
But we didn't come here to be complacent
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That Time I Didn't Compromise on a New Life
But I really wanted to!
grief and longing
Ode to the Under-Parented
You can be the parent you never had
parenting and cults
Dogma Persists in Unlikely Places
I remember the day I met the local Waldorf school. Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. I was enchanted by the colored silks, the wooden toys, the feeling of peace and intention that pervaded the farthest corners. Though it was a hardship