An Open Letter to AI Dear AI,  Everything that makes me who I am, you threaten to destroy. When I write from the deepest spaces within my being, other readers connect with me; we find comfort in our common experiences. No one will ever have a common experience with you because you only exist in…

“The ocean and I have a major partnership,” Matthew said, his tanned skin still beaded with salt water from a morning lesson. “But I call it love. A love for creation, a love for each other, and a common respect for everyone’s journey,” he added before effortlessly popping to his feet to help a father…

Photography by: https://facebook.com/lightandmagicart; Instagram @light_and_magic_art Oceanside does not have residents but characters; today, I learned that Oceanside is not a city but a community.  Recently, a young woman reached out to the community for help finding her father, who was living on the streets and needed urgent medical attention. Over a dozen people began searching…

A couple times a week an elderly man sits by the train tracks with suicide prevention signs and pictures of a young boy. Today I decided to go talk with him. He offered me a chair and we spoke for some time. His son committed suicide in 1986. I asked him what he felt would…