A visual essay about seeing the world more… —

I remember the first time I wanted to try alcohol. I was thirteen years old, and up until that point, alcohol was a forbidden, amorphous substance. My parents weren’t really drinkers, and would only occasionally (to my knowledge), partake in a night cap. We had a nicely stocked bar with…

Finding hope in Turkey among the country’s famous furry inhabitants — Cats versus dogs. Never has there been such a polarizing topic. That might be an exaggeration, but ask this question to any group of individuals and it is bound to spark a visceral debate in which the opposing parties can’t seem to come to an agreement. I admittedly fall into…

Do the memories of our first homes ever leave us? — My first memories of Rochester, NY are really just snapshots of small, hazy details. A wood-paneled wall, a crowded bookshelf, a squeaky pull-out couch. In my mind, I see a window facing a quiet street covered in snow, and then some time later, covered by bright green leaves. …

Self-confidence for people with chronic skin conditions Good news: Skin is in! Now you can rest easy, for every skincare brand tells you to love thyself, as thou art. So embrace your skin, au naturel, and show the world how comfortable you are being the real, real you.

How a chronic skin condition made me question my identity and rethink my love for round flattened dough topped with tomatoes and cheese — My brain, like most evolved homo sapiens, likes labels. It likes easy-to-read maps and bold street signs. It finds comfort in clearly marked grocery store aisles. With seemingly endless streams of information to process, it makes sense that as modern humans, we like to place things into neatly organized boxes…

Let me share my screen… —