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The types of explanations we received as kids about the mundane questions of life, alters how we develop our capacity for internal reasoning. Becoming educated with diversity of…

On Food Culture, Balls of Beliefs, Paradox, Music, and Menopause Yesterday my daughter found a recipe for a Sushi Bake, and I was immediately skeptical. Who wants to…

Here’s a little story about non-shop adventures and participating in your local economy even when you aren’t flush with currency. It’s like flash-mobbing a business you love, but…

Disclaimer: in order to do this, you don’t actually have to be a lady. I am case in point. I’m also not recommending you believe in curses per…

On the checkerboard of life, the right thing is finding its way to you, as you are to it.~ My Mom Artwork: No Title by the author 2024…

IE the gamble of choosing material renunciation as a middle-class, middle-generation American. Sitting here squarely in a middle class “sandwich generation,” I’ve noticed a few things. Trying to…

I was out late last night at a concert with my teenager. Total bonding experience, and great to see how even punk and goth music can still send…

There’s a bell in the bathroom at my mom’s house. Like one of those “ring for service,” bells that dings when you slap it. Because there’s more than…

A few weeks ago, a solid, insightful, kind and loving man from my home town took his own life. I knew him a little, and what I knew…

In my digital world, where AI is proliferating, technological “helpfulness” can sanitize language between humans to the point where it is blocking real human-to-human communication. Let me explain.…

Originally Published Via newsletter on 8/5/2025 I’ve been thinking a of writing a series of good morning letters in honor of my mom, who was Yelp before there…

Dear Younger One, Your mom asked me to write. She said you were doing pretty well. I’m glad. I also heard you are afraid of growing up. Turning…