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Breaking the Silence: The Ransom, the Scans, and the Reality Check It has been a hot minute since I checked in here. If you go...
The System Check We are officially encroaching on the 27th anniversary of the day my life hit a permanent “Game Over” screen and forced me...
I am still here. I am not exactly “kicking”—considering my left knee and right shoulder have filed a formal grievance against the State of Delaware—but...
I started this post days ago. But in the world of chronic illness, the “siege” doesn’t just steal your health; it steals your time. I...
Every city has its stories. Some are written in books. Others are etched into stone, whispered through rain-soaked streets, and carried by those who know where to listen.
The Fun Pimps have apparently decided that going after one of the creators who helped keep 7 Days to Die alive is a reasonable business decision. It isn’t. It’s petty, ridiculous, and corporate idiocy at its finest—and I had some things to say about it.
Every Story Begins Somewhere. Some stories begin with heroes.Some begin with battles.This one begins with a question. A city of secrets, a scholar with a...
The Problem Started with Stargate SG-1 I was a stay-at-home mom with a newborn when Stargate SG-1 quietly rewired the way I understood storytelling. At...
AI, Attention Spans, and the Quiet We Lost Long Before ChatGPT The Silence I Used to Protect I still love silence. Real silence. Not the...
The “Spinning” Reality: AI as a Tool I Need For the last two days, my world has been a blurry mess. I’ve been stuck with...
So, I guess the newest “craze” is to generate an AI caricature of yourself. Who knew?? It is absolutely hilarious—and by hilarious, I mean a...
It turns out that when the fog of a 26-year headache starts to lift, you don’t just sit around—you renovate a kitchen and write a...
Thursday, January 8th, was a lesson in the Protocol of Privilege. I stood at the pharmacy counter, a white woman with a 26-year headache, finding...
I am writing this through a haze of physical agony. My neck is locked, my shoulders are on fire, and my head is pounding with...