Do not hate yourself for wanting to eat. Celebrate nutrition choices that are new to you. Do not carry your support of industrial farming as a burden. You did not have a choice to be born into this reality. Be strong when family and community tell you your choices are…

We all have voices from the past, present, and future haunting us. It may be a memory of something your father said that replayed in your mind thousands of times morphing the hurt into hate of others or self. There is most certainly a person right now being mentally and/or…

I was once told by a friend’s father that my brother was less intelligent because my brother used curse words. I disagreed. It is my belief that curse words are tools. Each expletive communicates a meaning. Without the swear word, the truth conveyed in the communication would not be accurate. …

Esoteric: intended for or likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest. Open: allowing access, passage, or a view through an empty space; not closed or blocked up. Love Hello Nerds. For the technology creators and users, we need a deep…

Face the facts. Life is that which time is Past, And the Futures Craft, But No one.. I find it confusing, The algorithms we are Using. Serving Us As we need, or maybe not, maybe greed. And greed may get you close, and close might make you like minded. Surrounding…

Technomancers unite, and rise with me. Not to sound too Borgish, but seriously, technology helped me fly, again. It was clipped, actually, torn off in a storm. I fell. Half my face smashed in from the impact. I wasn’t too high to heal from the fall. I healed. …

“…For, let us join hands on this mountain as we may, the battle is elsewhere. …

Fight. So violent. But fight we must, or struggle. The only two options. But, wait. Roll, tuck, grab backwards, suplex. Grapple with it. Hold. Take a second to breathe. Strategize while you have the moment. Move. Listening to a friends amplified story riffing through my mind, I climb the crescendo…

What if, every dollar, was a soul. Captured and certified in ink, on paper. A birth certificate we never received, welcoming us to reality. What if I knew that only god could judge me. Not even myself could judge me. When you compartmentalize it, like gravity on my different joints…