THE JOURNAL:
ALICE KUO SHIPPEE
THERE ARE VACATIONS, & THERE ARE TRIPS. NOT THE SAME. AND THEN THERE ARE JOURNEYS. I WRITE ABOUT THEM ALL, WITH LOTS OF PHOTOS & PROFANITY PROBABLY.
Would you rather: Ask chatgpt or your mother?
There comes a time when our kids stop asking us for help, especially when they can Google answers instead. Are parents becoming obsolete sooner because of technology? I know I wasn’t ready for how little my teens need me now. I discover how ChatGPT is infinitely patient and non-judgmental. No more moody, mean teachers. There’s a right time and a right situation for using AI.
ARTS ARE THE ANTIDOTE
An open letter to our school district and board members thanking them and urging them to continue supporting performing arts at the grandest level possible. The arts (and athletics) are the antidote to the technological age and social disconnection our children are growing up in. There are no devices on stage or on the field. "Play" is the antidote to depression and anxiety. Performance requires total presence, and when the players are present, & the audience is present, we have a shared, immersive, aesthetic experience that is reflective and hopeful.
quote of the day
“Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write…”
PROTESTING IS NOT PROBLEM SOLVING
A plea to the youth: We need you to put those smart heads together & start solving problems. When you really start thinking about it, you’ll figure out which side makes sense to be on.
BEATS PER LIFE
Round 1 Entry into 250-Word Microfiction Challenge
AN UNPOPULAR OPINION: NATURE BORES ME
Alice Kuo Shippee tells us why nature is not her jam for exercise.
OF A CERTAIN AGE: Candace bergen & the scarves
Alice reflects on the middle age neck, Murphy Brown, and birthday selfies.
WHITE NOISE
A murmur or a whooshing. My brain likes them both.
All I Want For Christmas
The simple dreams of a holiday.
POEM 2
Where are my night owls?
ODE TO JIM
The safest place I can miss a friend is in a poem.
POEM 1
I’ve been missing poetry.
THE OASIS OF MARA
I knew the indigenous people didn’t name these Joshua Trees.
Anniversaries of the absent
Birthday alerts don’t stop when people pass on. When do you delete the reminders?
A BED UNMADE
No, David Goggins, I’m not making my bed every morning.
i left my heart in copenhagen
The city I never even knew I should see is now the city I love.
HOW THE GAME WORKS
About the time I brought a ping pong paddle to a baseball game