Organic Being

What Survival Stories Really Reveal About Us By A.L. Childers Introduction Every generation has its fears. For some, it was nuclear war. For others, it was economic collapse, pandemics, cyberattacks, blackouts, food shortages, or civil unrest. The details change. The questions remain the same. What happens when the systems we depend upon stop working? What happens when grocery store…

Growing Older Without Losing Our Minds… or Catching a Charge By A.L. Childers I am officially at the age where I walk into a room and forget why I went in there. Not occasionally. Not once a month. Not even once a week. Daily. Sometimes twice before lunch. The other day I spent fifteen minutes looking for my reading glasses. They were on my head. My grandmother used to do things like…

The Song That Turned Sidewalks Into Dance Floors and Summer Into a State of Mind By A.L. Childers If you’re Gen X and someone says the words: “Jam On It…” Your brain probably finished the rest automatically. Not because you’ve heard it recently. Not because it’s still on the radio. Because some songs don’t just live in your ears. They live in your memories. And for many of us who grew up…

Because Someone Didn’t Know What a Coin Purse Was By A.L. Childers Dear Gen X, Gather around. We need to talk. The other day, I saw a photo on social media of one of those little plastic squeeze coin purses. You know the ones. Bright colors. Held about seventeen cents, a button, and somehow an entire childhood. The caption said: “Does anyone know what this might be? I’ve never seen…

And Why Thousands of People Keep Falling For It By A.L. Childers The internet has figured us out. Not just Gen X. Not just Boomers. All of us. Every social media platform knows one thing: People cannot resist correcting someone. Especially when that someone is pretending not to know something they absolutely should know. Recently, I saw a post that simply showed a bright red plastic…

Growing Older Without Losing Our Minds… or Catching a Charge By A.L. Childers I am officially at the age where I walk into a room and forget why I went in there. Not occasionally. Not once a week. Daily. Sometimes twice before lunch. The other day I spent twenty minutes looking for my reading glasses. They were on my head. My grandmother used to do things like that, and I remember…

A Reflection on Political Power, Outsiders, and the People Who Dare to Challenge the Machine By A.L. Childers I am a published author. I still write blogs. I know some people think blogging belongs somewhere between dial-up internet and MySpace, but here’s the funny thing—people still read. They still think. They still ask questions. And sometimes those questions make people…

There’s a moment that doesn’t feel loud when it happens. No announcement. No dramatic shift. Just a quiet pause… where something finally clicks. Not because someone explained it to you.Not because you went looking for it. But because you’ve been seeing pieces of it your whole life—And suddenly, they line up. That’s what Body of Thought is. This Isn’t a Collage. It’s a Pattern. At first…

Imagine an old-world writer from the 1800s suddenly waking up inside modern civilization. A respected author. A newspaper essayist. A person whose words once carried weight through entire towns and cities. A man or woman who spent years learning how to build sentences carefully, believing language itself was sacred because words shaped moral thought, culture, memory, and identity. Back in that…

My Perimenopause, Menopause, Hypothyroidism & Hashimoto’s Journey By A.L. Childers There is a strange kind of grief that comes when your body stops feeling like your own. Not because you hate yourself.Not because you “let yourself go.”But because one day you wake up and realize the rules changed… and nobody bothered to tell you. At 45 years old, I started perimenopause. At first, I didn’t…

There comes a point where you either: You finally admit you want something different. For me?That realization came while staring at my Sea Ray FX16 and my green pool at the exact same time, thinking: “Why am I maintaining things nobody is really using?” And honestly?This little boat has been fun. She gave us: lake days floating conversations summer memories sunsets laughter that…

Friendship, Funnels, Medicare, Divorce Papers & My Gen-X Bullshit Reader Going Off Like a Smoke Alarm by A.L. Childers MY GOD… WHAT DID I JUST WALK INTO? You ever have one of those moments where somebody sends you a casual text message… and twenty minutes later you feel like you accidentally walked into: a startup pitch, a divorce announcement, an emotional confession, a Medicare…

There’s a moment most people don’t notice. It’s quiet. Automatic. Almost invisible. You reach out—toward something you believe matters. You don’t question it.You don’t analyze it.You don’t stop and ask why. You just move closer. Because it feels right. That’s how systems work. Not loudly. Not forcefully.But through repetition, familiarity, and the slow building of meaning over time. And…

People don’t just visit the wall. They move toward it. Not casually. Not randomly. Not like tourists passing through a place of history. There is intention in the movement. A pull that feels older than the moment itself. They place their hands against the stone. They lean forward. They press their foreheads into it. They kiss it. Not once. Repeatedly. As if contact matters. As if…

There’s a moment most aspiring authors hit—usually somewhere between excitement and frustration—when the idea that once felt clear starts to fall apart on the page; the words are there, the story is there, the message is there… but something doesn’t feel right, and no matter how much they write, rewrite, or tweak sentences, it still doesn’t read like a real book. That’s where most people get it…

There’s a quiet moment—usually after you’ve tried to fit in just enough times—that you realize something doesn’t add up; the people who seem to move the furthest, the ones who get talked about, remembered, even misunderstood, aren’t the ones adjusting themselves to fit every room—they’re the ones who stopped adjusting altogether, and what most people miss is that this isn’t rebellion for the sake…

There’s a moment—if you’re paying attention—when you realize the people the world talks about the most aren’t always the ones trying to fit in… they’re the ones who decided not to. And they didn’t apologize for it. They didn’t soften it. They didn’t explain it. They just… stayed. Stayed exactly who they were—long enough for the world to catch up. And whether people loved it, rolled their…