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Popcorn burns, gang diplomacy, and the sacred chaos of parenting I’ve had a lot of jobs. Like… a lot of jobs. Retail alone? Twenty-seven years. (That’s longer than most of my friendships, if we’re being honest.) I’ve done just about
Do I practice religion?No—I don’t. But I understand why some do. Religion offers narrative, metaphor, ritual; it answers pain with parable, and wraps suffering in sacred language. I see its ontological function, its symbolic depth. It hands people a story
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Do I remember life before the internet? Yeah.I remember when people didn’t pretend to be friends through pixels and emojis—they actually showed up. They called. They knocked on doors. They remembered birthdays without algorithms. Connection took effort. And somehow… it
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How Family Symbols Shape Our Children’s Identity On patches, power, and the profound psychology of belonging There exists a moment in every family’s mythology when the abstract becomes tangible—when values crystallize into symbols, when philosophy becomes fabric. For us, that
If you had asked me a year ago what I was good at, I might’ve hesitated. Not because I didn’t have skills. I did. I could lead teams, manage chaos, show up for work like clockwork. I was functional. Reliable.
People talk about identity like it begins with grand displays or gestures—names, flags, pronouns, rewritten pasts. But for NeuroSpicey kids, it doesn’t start with what they can name. It starts in the body. In sensory safety. In being allowed to
Do you have any collections? When people ask if I collect anything, I usually say books. It’s the simplest answer. The cleanest. It doesn’t open too many doors. But that’s not really the truth, is it? The truth is, I’ve
The legacy I want to leave behind is not a brand. It is not a product. It is not a platform, movement, or neatly wrapped doctrine. It is something quieter, stranger, and more alive. I want to leave behind a
How do you balance work and home life? What happens when the version of you that shows up to work can’t survive at home? I used to think I was just tired. But what I was really doing was disappearing—piece
Before healing, there was survival. And survival demanded offerings—quiet, invisible sacrifices I made in the name of peace, safety, and acceptance. I didn’t call them sacrifices at the time. I called them choices. I called them love. I called them
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