Want to grow old gracefully? Less striving, more love.
Do these people not know that now is now is now is NOW?
How do we stay plugged into a society that is fast losing any moral compass—and keep our own?
I am not sure which would appall my mother more: “dip chiller” to name her receptacle for delicate, extravagant shrimp, or me asking an artificial intelligence to remind me what she taught me.
Cicero: “An enormous house is often a discredit to the owner, if there is an emptiness about the place.”
When I defended likability, I sounded, even to my own ears, naïve.
Somehow I had come to think of the Bible as stuck together from the start, a sacred, ordained book on which we speak our oaths...
For eighteen years, I have been returning home, sliding that brass key into the lock, and stepping into comfort. Now I tense before I even try.
On Saturdays, my mom and I went shopping, and around three in the afternoon, I would ask, in a small plaintive voice, “Mom, did we have lunch today?”
Aw, you humans have been scared of tech forever, the AI says....