Personal Musings
Though I love to make things up and be creative, sometimes I just want to write about my life, experiences, perceptions, travel blogs, and the like. This is a space to get to know me on a much more personal level.
This is also a space where my friends are free to write as well, when they have something to say!
When You Edit Your Truth with AI, You Stamp Out Your Spiciness and Culture
Nothing makes me genuinely sadder than neurodivergents and marginalized people normal-washing and white-washing their writing to be more appealing to the masses. This is exactly what AI does to voices, by scraping white, Western, neurotypical voices. Please, my friends… no more masking.
I Don’t Care if You Use AI as a Tool, But Please Stop Letting it Replace Your Voice
I’d wager that — if the writers are honest, at least — I can tell with 90+% accuracy if you’ve edited your writing with ChatGPT. It’s not because of em-dashes, but rather, the voice and cadence. This is my way of asking… begging even… you to use your own voice. And there’s a Chat-edited version of the article at the end to show you exactly what I mean.
You Were a Great Liar, Kid… Not a Great Actor
After my adoptive son’s death, it was easy to believe he hated me and our final estrangement was the truth. But the deeper parts of me protested. This piece is a deep, messy, human excavation of what really happened: the fights, the near-reconciliation, the betrayal, the grief, and ultimately, the truth that never stopped living underneath. This is for anyone who’s lost someone during a hard chapter, and still wonders if it was real.
You Could Have Done Everything Right, But They Still Would Have Died
This is the second chapter in a series about love, loss, and learning to stop carrying the weight of someone else’s story. It’s heavy. It’s honest. And if you’re grieving, I hope you know there was probably nothing you could have done.
My Son Died Because of Me, And It Was Entirely Not My Fault
He was my bear cub. I was his mamabear. This is the story of how I loved someone too deeply for the world he came from, and how he died, not because I failed him, but because he couldn’t believe he deserved to be loved. A true story about grief, guilt, forgiveness, and the complex truth of losing someone to trauma and addiction. Thanks for reading.
The Book of Balance Begins
In a world currently addicted to polarization, I’ve found one truth that comes up again and again: balance. Between identities, beliefs, opinions, and even grief and peace. This first chapter of Bear’s Book of Balance explores what it really means to hold two truths at once.
Healing Is a Journey, Not a Destination
What if healing isn’t a goal, but a lifelong relationship with pain, growth, and understanding?