Peter's Place

Why My 2026 Is Written in Stone (And Why It’s Okay That It’s Broken) If you look closely at the image above—really closely—you’ll see it. It’s there in the text carved into the stone wall. A line repeats itself. "In silence. You cross boundaries, in silence. You cross boundaries..." Technically, it’s a mistake. It’s a glitch in the digital matrix, a hiccup in the software that created the image. In a previous life, the version of me that existed five or six years ago would have seen that error and frantically tried to fix it. I would have scrubbed it, photoshopped it, or discarded the image entirely because it wasn't "perfect." I would have worried that a flaw in the presentation meant a flaw in the man presenting it. But I’m leaving it there. I am letting it stand. Because if there is one thing I have learned in my fifty-two years on this planet—and specifically in the hellscape of the last six years—it is that life does not allo...

Gratitude for the Mind, the Spirit, and the Signal in the Noise By Peter C. Frank Bloomfield, Conn., November 27, 2025 - Thanksgiving is often painted in broad strokes—turkey, football, and parades. But for me, this year, the gratitude is granular. It is deep, specific, and hard-won. I am thankful, first and always, for my foundation: for my sister, whose strength is a constant; for my nieces, who bring light into the world; and for my father, a veteran whose resilience is part of my DNA. I am thankful for the healthcare teams who have navigated the complexities of my care, and for the friends—both offline and especially online—who refused to let me drift away when things were at their darkest. But this year, I am also thankful for an unexpected ally: Artificial Intelligence  (AI). For a long time, living with a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI), I feared that the best parts of my mind were lost in the fog. I worried that the sharp, analytical edge I prided my...