Yesterday, I Felt Hope Again

Yesterday, I Felt Hope Again

Yesterday, I felt a kind of joy I’ve only felt once before about an American election: when Barack Obama was elected president. Actual joy. The kind that brings tears to your eyes because you realize how much you needed a reason to feel hopeful again. Whatever side of...
I Don’t Need Someone to Be Bad for My Pain to Be Real

I Don’t Need Someone to Be Bad for My Pain to Be Real

I find it fascinating how differently people experience healing. For some, healing means distance from the person connected to the hurt. For others, it means being able to remember what happened without feeling pulled back into it. For me, understanding brings a...
Is It Really My Music If AI Helped Create It?

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

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...