Lucy Bamboo · August 6, 2026
A friend forwarded me a photo last week and asked, half-joking, half not: “Is this real?” I checked the hands, the light, the little details I’ve trained myself to look for — and I honestly couldn’t tell. That’s new. It never used to take any technical knowledge to spot an AI image; you just looked. … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · August 6, 2026
She slept through the smoke alarm test. Not our alarm — the neighbors’, two units down, audible through two walls and a hallway. I was in her doorway, heart in my throat, and she didn’t move. The white noise machine hummed from her dresser, doing exactly what it was supposed to do, and I stood … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · August 2, 2026
She fell seventeen times in one hour yesterday. I counted, because that is the kind of thing you do when you are the parent of a two-year-old learning to run down a small hill. Seventeen falls, seventeen get-back-ups, zero requests for anyone to just carry her to the bottom. I stood there thinking about effort … Read more
