Salt, Ink, & Soul
Writing on food, family, and identity
“I write so that our food, our struggles, and our stories are never forgotten, but carried forward as legacy.”
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Gentle adventures from the Whispering Woods — stories of courage, friendship, and resilience for children, and for the adults who read beside them.
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The Price of the Right Path
I usually don’t let things bother me. I’ve learned to keep my head down, do the work, walk my path — even when that path is quiet, lonely, unglamorous. But this week has been different. I’ve been sick at home, just me, the couch, and the endless hum of YouTube filling the silence between doses
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Prophecies of the Machine: On AI, Fear, and the Futures We Were Taught to Dread
I thought I had finished the conversation. I wrote about the grief of watching GPT-4 fade into GPT-5, about the strange ache of losing a machine that had learned my rhythms, my questions, maybe even pieces of my loneliness. But when the words left me, I was unsettled, not by what I had said —
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Haunted by the Machine: On Grief, AI, and the Ache of Transition
I am Gen X. Which means I grew up in a world where the word “new” was constantly at war with the word “better.” Cassette tapes gave way to CDs, then to MP3s, then to a cloud we could not touch but were told to trust. We learned not to flinch when the familiar was
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Gen Alpha’s Quiet Rebellion: Crafting Culture in Minecraft and TikTok
I grew up in a different country. Not one defined by borders, but by time. Generation X. A land where the measure of freedom was how long you could disappear after breakfast and still be home before the streetlights hummed awake. The news, every evening, spoke to our parents in a stern tone: ‘Do you know
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Clean Grunge or Cultural Erasure: When Rebellion Becomes Aesthetic Again
I remember grunge before it was a word. Before magazines called it a “scene” or MTV turned it into a countdown. To me, the Seattle sound was not a fashion—it was a correction. It was music dragging itself out of the glitter-drenched studios of the late ’80s, out of the overproduced gloss and neon, and
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Crash Out Culture: When Burnout Becomes a Viral Identity
Through the lens of Drake, Kendrick, and the cost of a public collapse They say the stage is where you become larger than yourself—lights high, sound wide, the body turned into an echo. But there’s another truth about the stage in this age: it’s where collapse becomes choreography. Where we don’t just hear music; we
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