SAM Frida

A letter to those who serve, and those who forgot they were supposed to You applied for the job. You made the case. You stood in front of rooms full of people and told them you would fight for them, that justice mattered, that balance mattered, that they mattered....

There’s a line in a Tiny Buddha piece I read this morning that stopped me cold: “I had moved on, but I hadn’t integrated the experience. I had simply built a beautiful life on top of a broken foundation.”That hit somewhere specific. We’re so good at spackle. We...

I was watching CNN earlier when Obama called Zohran Mamdani extraordinary. The word stopped me. Because what struck me about Mamdani wasn’t polish or pedigree. It was the absence of performance. He speaks in plain English. He says what he thinks before it gets...

We have a habit of treating people like resumes. No criminal record. No red flags. Good references. Check, check, check. We scan the boxes, find them ticked in the right places, and call that due diligence. We call that knowing someone. But what if the boxes are the...

There is a version of inclusion that lives entirely in language. It shows up in company values decks and dinner party conversations, in the careful way people say “neurodivergent” now instead of whatever they used to say. It sounds right. It has learned the words....

Small talk isn’t just awkward for neurodivergents; it’s a tax on authenticity. Every forced “how was your weekend?” is a microtransaction of your realness, paid to access neurotypical spaces. The cringe is about the gap between who you are and who you’re “supposed” to...

Some of us see it before anyone else does.The connection three steps ahead. The flaw in the system everyone else accepts. The shape of a thing still forming in the fog. We don’t arrive at it through consensus. We arrive at it because our minds refuse the well-worn...