I never would have imagined, growing up as a queer kid in the small coastal town of Pacific Grove, that one day we would celebrate Pride here at home. And I never would have dreamed that my family would be standing there with me, surrounded by neighbors, color, singing, laughter, and love. And yet, here we are. This week, as our community gathered to raise the inclusive flag, I was filled with joy, gratitude, and pride for this town and the people who continue to show up with courage,...

A year can’t be captured in nine photos. This year taught me that visibility grows alongside vulnerability—and that magic arrives when we loosen our grip on the outcome. This is a year-end reflection and a new-year invitation: release the mind’s restrictions, stay faithful to what you’re building, and let synchronicity meet you in the open.

Before long, houses up and down the block were proudly displaying ‘We’ve Been BOOed’ signs in their windows. Suddenly, even in the midst of fear and isolation, we didn’t feel quite so alone anymore. That first BOO bag was more than just a festive surprise. It was a lifeline—a reminder that even in times of trauma and uncertainty, small acts of kindness can rebuild community and restore hope.