SAM Frida
Unfiltered – ish
Is It Really My Music If AI Helped Create It?
An unexpected journey into creativity, self-expression, and what it means to make something your own. Someone recently raised a question about my music that got me thinking. They enjoy the songs. They connect with the lyrics. But knowing AI was involved, they wonder:...
Ramaswamy’s attack on Amy Acton crosses a moral line
I don’t know Amy Acton. I don’t know her personally, and I cannot pretend to know the full story of her family. Yet reading about what Vivek Ramaswamy’s campaign did, I found myself wanting to cry. For her. For the child she once was. For how low we are willing to go...
You Never Asked. You Just Decided.
I used to write a lot about spirituality. Understanding. Detachment. Looking inward. I still believe in looking inward. I’m just increasingly tired of how rarely people turn that lens on themselves before deciding what is wrong with somebody else. Somewhere along the...
When Your Conscience No Longer Fits the Box
I keep watching people dissect the differences between Democrats and Republicans, and the differences within the parties themselves. Who has moved too far left? Who is conservative enough? Who still belongs where? Sometimes I wonder how much energy we spend trying to...
Went Looking for a List. I Came Back with Better Questions
I asked a friend whether ICANN’s new domain-extension application list was out. He said yes and sent me the link. I had no intention of building a website. I was curious, opened the data and started looking. Then one question became another. That rabbit hole became...
Pain Is Not an Instruction
I think I’ve reached a point where I no longer want other people’s behavior to decide who I am. If someone didn’t show up for me, I don’t automatically want to withhold from them. If someone wasn’t generous with me, I don’t want that to make me less generous. If...
September is Suicide Prevention Month.
This subject lives somewhere quieter in me. Years ago, a young woman came into my life for a short time. I was going through one of the most painful periods of my own life, and I didn’t have much to give anyone. I couldn’t save her. She later took her life. I still...
Feel Your Wounds. Don’t Give Them to Animals.
Please stop hurting animals. I’m begging people to stop. Feel your wounds. Face your pain. Work through whatever is inside you, but please don’t put it onto a living being that cannot understand why you’re hurting them. Animals don’t want to hurt you. They trust you....
To the Ones Who Can’t Unsee It
To the Ones Who Can’t Unsee It My heart goes out to the neurodivergent people who can see the fucking pattern. You know what I mean. You look around at what is happening in this country, in the world, in our institutions, in leadership, in the way human beings are...