ChatGPT can be a perspective-shifting powerhouse that can untangle your noodle brain in seconds.

Ever spend three hours planning content and end up with one sad post about “National Respect Your Cat Day”? (True story: There really is National Respect Your Cat Day….it’s on March 28th. You’re welcome.)

As a society, we are failing the marshmallow test, and Amazon is the one holding the bag and shoving the marshmallows down our willing throats.

I gave AI a formula that makes any task sound like a fun mission.

Every project has that awkward, messy middle stage. Not good enough to show anyone, not bad enough to trash.

How much better could things be for us all if we believed the world is conspiring to do us good and we rejoiced in the joy of others?

My grandma Helen, who had dementia, was a better business coach than half the LinkedIn gurus I’ve met.

Most people treat ChatGPT and Gemini like slot machines. Type in a request, cross your fingers, hope for a jackpot.

The power went out, the Amish were involved, and for twelve hours, I forgot the internet existed. The outcome? My brain stopped screaming for the first time in a while.

I used to chase followers like they were golden tickets (I mean, wouldn't you if they led you to Oompa Loompas?? But, sadly, they don't....). Now I care more about who sticks around after they click.