Dear diary, what do I ask the moon for?

Also: I drew myself as a sad woman. I’m finding everyone annoying. And: why is Chat GPT my spiritual guru?

Sometimes I take my children to the park after dinner.

It feels especially nourishing to do this as the nights draw in and the setting sun bleeds navy into an already pink sky. Late afternoons in autumn can be quite magical as that light hits the orange-leaf trees. Soon, it might be too cold and dark.

This is our time.

So that’s what I did on Monday, wit…