Quantum physics is strange, slippery, and famously unintuitive. I wondered how Dr. Seuss would explain it. Let’s explore particles, waves, and Schrödinger’s cat through memorable rhyme and playful whimsy, so see if we can explain why reality refuses to behave itself.
Designed Obsolescence |
On Being Briefly Unique in an Ambivalent World
I came into being suddenly, sharp and overbuilt for a life so short. Tossed by wind and erased by warmth, I fell toward a little girl’s nose. In that instant, I existed fully—and then I was gone. No legacy, no monument, just the undeniable reality of being briefly real.
Non-Personhood |
Memories of a Child Raised in a Blind Spot
I was an invisible child, shaped by abuse and neglect. I learned to disappear, to protect my sisters, and to survive a household that couldn’t give me what I needed. This is my story of anger, memory, and reclaiming the self I was taught not to have.
My Humanism: Making Sense Out of Nonsense |
From Catholicism to Good Without God
I was raised Catholic, lost my faith early, and spent decades without a name for my disbelief. Humanism didn’t convert me—it clarified me. This is what humanism means to me, and why it offers a grounded, humane framework for living without the need for divine permission.
The Utterly Unforgivable Uselessness of Gas Leaf Blowers |
A Love Letter to Their Extinction
I’m done suffering through gas leaf blowers—those noisy, polluting, two-stroke nightmares that turn my neighborhood into a shrieking wasteland while barely moving a leaf. Working from home means enduring their chaos constantly, and I’ve had enough. This is my call for their extinction and the return of blessed, unbroken quiet.
Kintsugi Me: Seeking Beauty in My Breakage |
Right Piece. Wrong Puzzle.
At 51, after 2 strokes and decades of misfit labor, I’m learning to embrace my flaws. Like kintsugi, my breakage and repair tell a story—my story—of struggle, survival, and the art of becoming whole again.
Katherine Hepburn & The Tender Logic of Unbelief |
When the universe offers no answers, choose kindness.
I explore atheism, morality, and meaning without illusions—because when the universe refuses to answer, I choose kindness as my only honest compass. Katharine Hepburn’s blunt atheism mirrors my own: no gods, no cosmic rewards, just our human duty to care for one another.
I Am Broken |
Rewriting a Life Shaped by Invalidation
A raw exploration of what it means to feel broken, to realize the damage was never inherent. In this piece I dig through childhood pressure, inherited wounds, and the unreliable narratives we carry. It’s a reclamation of identity, a study of echoes, and a quiet rewriting of the self.
9 Jobs. 2 Strokes. 1 Chance. Quitting Corporate America for Good |
The 5 Reasons I (Finally) Quit Corporate Life
After over two decades and nine corporate jobs, I finally quit. Two strokes forced me to confront fear, golden handcuffs, and the daily grind of unhappiness. In this raw, introspective post, I share the five reasons I left corporate life behind—and how I reclaimed my freedom, purpose, and the right to truly choose my own life.
Prayer of the Unconvinced |
An Atheist Hymn
A sharp, unapologetic atheist poem that exposes the absurdities of religion, superstition, and blind faith. Through dark humor and pointed critique, I challenge belief in gods, question morality, and celebrate reason over ritual.