Writing
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My Father’s House

Six months ago, I returned to my hometown. My lease in New York City had expired, and while I had made significant progress with PTSD, the clamor and stress of the city had become too much for me. I needed somewhere quieter, somewhere familiar. It seemed like a counterintuitive move, given the bad things that Continue reading
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The Creative Pitch My Dad Didn’t Buy

When I was a kid, I heard the phrase “winter tires” and immediately imagined something extraordinary. To me, winter tires were like snowshoes for cars—just as snowshoes expand a person’s ability to navigate deep snow, I imagined winter tires as specialized, oversized creations designed to master snowy roads. What I didn’t yet know was that Continue reading
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Stewardship in a World with Generative AI

Artificial intelligence (AI) is often framed as a tool, a product of human ingenuity to be wielded or sold. But such a narrow view misses the point. AI is a resource—a generative, evolving phenomenon—more akin to forests, oceans, or networks of roads than to gadgets or software. Its transformative potential lies not in control but Continue reading

