We were cleaning up what looked like abstract fruit art on the wall when I caught your weary glance over scattered toys and reheated leftovers. No words needed—just that shared parent look saying, ‘Can you believe this life?’ The one we exchange between sticky floors and bedtime negotiations that never go as planned. The Myth […]
You know those moments when your child’s eyes light up with a new idea, and you feel that spark of wonder right alongside them? Lately, I’ve been seeing that same spark in the world of tech—not from gadgets or apps, but from how people are using them with heart and purpose. When I stumbled upon
I remember those evenings when you’d rock the baby with one arm while typing emails with your free hand – the blue phone light reflecting in your tired eyes. In moments like that, I saw what research can’t capture: how safety gets built through glances, not grand gestures. We’ve been creating our own laboratory of
Remember that phase when every empty box became a spacespace? Last Tuesday, mine became a ‘smart robot’ with googly eyes and a cereal box microphone. ‘Daddy, it knows ALL the animal sounds!’ she declared, pressing button-drawn crayon circles. As rain tapped our balcony windows, I realized—her generation won’t just use AI like tools. They’ll play
The house settles into that rare quiet after bedtime. You’re beside me, tired but still humming with the energy of today’s endless questions. Remember how our little one stood frozen today? That tiny hand pointing at the construction site down our street—’Mama, how does the crane WORK?’ I watched your shoulders soften, those work-day creases
Remember that toy which glittered like a disco ball but broke after two uses? The one our kids abandoned faster than last week’s broccoli? I thought about that cheap plastic marvel recently while reading about something called ‘workslop’ – those dazzling yet hollow AI creations clogging workplaces. Then I glanced at my daughter’s latest ‘AI-assisted’
You know those mornings when the rain taps gently against the window like tiny questions you haven’t answered yet? I was sipping my dalgona-inspired coffee (half nostalgia, half caffeine kick), watching my daughter scribble galaxies onto her breakfast napkin. Later, while staring at an email thread filled with AI-generated corporate jargon that somehow said nothing
The deepest truths in our home aren’t spoken—they’re lived in the spaces between words You know that moment when our youngest hides behind your legs at the playground? You don’t coax them out anymore. You just kneel down, your cheek brushing their temple, and wait. No words—just presence. I’ve watched you do this a hundred
You know those days when you’re trying to get out the door, and instead of making things easier, that fancy new organizational app just seems to create more steps? That’s exactly what hit me when I read about this ‘workslop’ phenomenon—where AI tools that promise efficiency end up generating content that looks polished but lacks
You remember that Tuesday last month when the babysitter canceled? I watched you pivot before the coffee finished brewing—reshuffling meetings while packing lunches, your phone wedged between shoulder and ear as you buttoned your shirt. What struck me wasn’t the chaos, but how you paused to fix our little one’s crooked hairclip before walking out.
