Originally written January 15, 2013 – restored September 2025 Rambling somewhere in the echo chambers of my head is a maelstrom of thought responses on
Some days feel like a long purgatory. I find myself carrying the weight of headlines like extra baggage drained, conflicted, and quietly asking: how long
When I first wrote about ChatGPT, I was cautious. I wondered whether using artificial intelligence in my writing might dilute my voice or raise questions
This piece is one of my earliest versions of storytelling, written sometime in the early 1980s.Today, in October 2025, my sister brought me the original