how to ruin a daughter
anyone who's ever known me when i'm in love knows how completely fucked up i can be. i have a habit of wanting love more than anything in the world and then having absolutely no idea what to do with it when it's mine.
the code that helped land Apollo 11
i'm sharing the original Apollo 11 source code, written for NASA's historic 1969 mission that landed the first humans on the moon. developed by teams at MIT, including one led by Margaret Hamilton, this software helped guide the spacecraft and kept critical operations running even when
on AI, art, and human hands
i had a boss named Dave. Dave loved AI. Dave also had opinions about how i was using AI. a lot of opinions. wrong model. no tools. no retrieval. no memory. no agent. no second agent supervising the first agent. Dave, i am trying to rename a file. i got
i loved you into a future that never came
i am learning that being loved by someone who cannot choose me out loud is one of the loneliest places i have ever lived. at three in the morning, i am just a woman crying because the man she wanted made her feel wanted too. at three in the morning,
i wish you were here
do you know what would be the prettiest thing right now? i think it would be rain on a full moon night. i think i'd just stand there and let it happen to me. no umbrella. no place to be. just the moon, the rain, and wishing you
between almost and never
i think the part that scares me most is that underneath all the boundaries, all the distance, all the times i told myself to stop needing anything from you, my body still knows you as somewhere safe. and maybe that is the part of you i have been having the
this is where i let go
you stood in front of all the walls i had built around myself and made me believe, for one stupid, beautiful night, that there would be something waiting for me on the other side if i let them fall. i know you love me in whatever frightened, complicated way you
the every version of me
i don't think people realize how quickly i have changed over the years, mostly because from the outside it probably looked like reinvention. from where i stood, it often felt more like burial. there was the million-dollar baby Bailey whose ambitious lit up the building. she learned
officially off the roster
girl, you can stop stalking me now. i am not secretly plotting my return, there is no reunion strategy sitting in a PowerPoint somewhere. any unfinished business you think exists between us is very much finished on my end. please keep him. put him on the family Christmas card. buy
bad for the politics
there are still workplaces that quietly teach us there is only one chair for a woman at the table, so when another capable woman walks into the room, the instinct becomes to guard the chair instead of pulling another one over. the better i became at my job, the more
postcards to my lover
there are still cities i want to see. somewhere with balconies over narrow streets, late wine, old stone warmed by the afternoon, strangers speaking beautifully around me. i could let myself be seduced by architecture and distance, make a whole life out of being elsewhere. i have always been good
the real you
i want you to know that you never have to be the strongest person in the room with me. you do not have to have every answer, hide every fear, or turn every difficult feeling into anger just so you can feel in control. to me, strength is being able