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For the ones still wearing someone else’s face There was a girl who learned earlyhow to read a room before she read a book,who studied mouths and silencesthe way other children studied shapes,who built herself a second skinso convincingshe forgot it wasn’t...
One Bridge, Two Mind

One Bridge, Two Mind

OK but now I’m done explaining. How nice would it be if neurotypicals got curious about neurodivergence the way we’re expected to study them just to survive a conversation? It’s tiring. The overexplaining. The translating yourself in real time for someone who isn’t...
You Can’t Manufacture Good

You Can’t Manufacture Good

There are two kinds of people the world loves to compare. The first one stumbles. Makes mistakes. Maybe even falls hard enough to end up on the wrong side of a system that wasn’t built to forgive. But their soul is intact. They learn. They turn it around. They carry...
The Painter and the Paintbrush

The Painter and the Paintbrush

I had a conversation with Claude today that I think is worth sharing. Not because it was extraordinary in the way people usually mean when they talk about AI, but because it got at something I’ve been thinking about for a while: where do I end and where does the tool...
Your Why Was Always in You

Your Why Was Always in You

You don’t get to your why until you’ve had the knocks. At least that’s been my experience. It’s like peeling a carrot. Maybe not that thin. In my case, the layers have been thicker. Layers of life experiences where you’ve taken on everybody else’s narrative and made...