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How I spent my life.
Right now, stories about Nick Reiner are everywhere—news articles, podcasts, comment sections filled with certainty. Watching them has shaken me more than I expected. They have pulled me back into a place I know too well. Parents argue online about what Rob and Michele Reiner should have done differently, as if love were a lever… Continue reading
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Is it black or is it blue?
When a parent dies, all the chances to resolve things die with them, no matter where their soul ends up. (Featured image: Adobe AI) Continue reading
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Feeding the machine.
AI has brought efficiency to science and process — but at what cost? What will we forget how to do? What will we stop being able to feel? Continue reading
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The magic number is…
As each of us ages, we have some big, complicated decisions to make. From the age of 15 (almost five decades now), my biggest decisions were where to work, how much salary my work was worth, did the company offer stock or stock options, was there a match for the money I put into my… Continue reading
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From the little girl with the glasses and frizzy hair
Yesterday, Mark Volman died. He was one of the original members of The Turtles, a US-based rock band of the 1960s. Continue reading
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Face to face with a murderer.
Have you ever found yourself staring into the abyss, only to find that the abyss is actually staring into you? Have you ever felt the sudden recognition of pure evil, in an instant, that sends a literal chill down your spine? Continue reading
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What is normal, after all?
I can tell you I am almost back to normal; I can tell you I’m as good as I can get. What I really want to say is that once more, life is changing. Continue reading
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Monday morning surprise.
The term does not determine the course. Continue reading
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The trouble with religion.
I am usually quite private about my faith, because I’m either scoffed at or proselytized to. I don’t like either. I just like the relationship I have personally with a God of my understanding. He gets me through tough days, existential crises, and fascist regimes. I hope you have something that helps you, too. Continue reading
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King Louis the Wild
Taking a brief pause from my righteous anger at the idiots who have taken over our country. This is Louis (pronounced loo-ee) who is my new baby. Probably he will be my last pet, but never say never, I guess. I could live into my 80s. Louis is a Maltipoo (dad is Maltese and mom Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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