
The inhumanity of over-helpfulness
In my digital world, where AI is proliferating, technological “helpfulness” can sanitize language between humans to the point where it is blocking real human-to-human communication. Let me explain.…
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In my digital world, where AI is proliferating, technological “helpfulness” can sanitize language between humans to the point where it is blocking real human-to-human communication. Let me explain.…

On building trust and hope in a world we cannot control. Mr. Rogers said, when you are in crisis, look for the helpers. This is a good strategy…

Originally Published Via newsletter on 8/5/2025 I’ve been thinking a of writing a series of good morning letters in honor of my mom, who was Yelp before there…

Dear Younger One, Your mom asked me to write. She said you were doing pretty well. I’m glad. I also heard you are afraid of growing up. Turning…

[originally published via newsletter on 7/29/2025] “I want RRRIIICCCCH Surfaces!” Richard Calabro commanded our college art class with twinkling bright eyes and a guttural drawl. Our professor had…

Acknowledging your submerged self, the media you choose to portray it, and The Beatles. Have your ever felt that you are emerging from something? If so, where are…

[Originally published by email for subscribers] Have you ever found yourself in the middle of a pile of books, only to realize, you may never finish them all?…

With poorly drawn diagram of a cross-section of Earth and Space. Because Western civilization and most economic systems seem to be centered around “mine” vs. “yours,” there is…

When I witnessed a rational, loving human unfriend nearly half of her Facebook people for no apparent reason, and a another freak out enough to call me when…

The power of acknowledgement & questions for deep, time-released understanding. Sitting outside at a small red cafe table on Laguardia Place in New York City, Jim Smith looked…

Women are used to this in terms of motherhood, being unseen and unpaid: just “expected.” Moms do love and care and survival of the species. It’s a default…

Play on words, Play with words: what do you want to know about you? My first poem, which I can recite by heart, woke me up. I wrote…