I was coding when BASIC wasn’t a

buzzword,

and I talked to ELIZA from a Radio Shack computer—

long before tech had gloss, gender, or gods.

I didn’t become a developer.

I became an office manager, a legal assistant,

a wife, a widow, a mother, a marketer,

a poet, a rebel who loved the why behind the way.

I watched the digital age evolve from DOS to

dopamine loops.

I kept one eye on the pulse and the other on

the people.

And now?

I’m back.

Relearning.

Rebuilding.

Reclaiming.

I don’t promise perfection—

I promise presence.

I’m not full-stack—

I’m full-soul.

I’m picking up Python like an old tongue

I forgot I once spoke.

If you’re learning to rebuild, rewire,

or just reclaim your damn voice—

pull up a chair.

The tea’s hot.

The code is clean-ish.

And the stories?

They’re sacred.

— Tess Sinclair

under the name Sinclair Lady

eldermuse.eth

I was coding when BASIC wasn’t a

buzzword,

and I talked to ELIZA from a Radio Shack computer—

long before tech had gloss, gender, or gods.

I didn’t become a developer.

I became an office manager, a legal assistant,

a wife, a widow, a mother, a marketer,

a poet, a rebel who loved the why behind the way.

I watched the digital age evolve from DOS to

dopamine loops.

I kept one eye on the pulse and the other on

the people.

And now?

I’m back.

Relearning.

Rebuilding.

Reclaiming.

I don’t promise perfection—

I promise presence.

I’m not full-stack—

I’m full-soul.

I’m picking up Python like an old tongue

I forgot I once spoke.

If you’re learning to rebuild, rewire,

or just reclaim your damn voice—

pull up a chair.

The tea’s hot.

The code is clean-ish.

And the stories?

They’re sacred.

— Tess Sinclair

under the name Sinclair Lady

eldermuse.eth