I’m obsessed with cults. It’s a running joke in my family - anything that faintly smells a little bit culty is something I will seek out, devour, consume. I think my fascination with cults mirrors some of my own disorienting experiences of having lost myself and...

i am water           soft enough          to offer life          tough enough          to drown it away                                                                                                                                  -Rupi Kaur, Milk & Hone My...

When I left for college, I was in the midst of a lot of loss. My first semester at UT was a blur. In every picture I am wearing the same pair of light blue overalls. I think they must have brought me comfort. Forty two pictures, one pair of overalls. I needed a lot of...

Photo by Reese Erielle My sweet cousin died in June. It was a long road for her. It was a long road for all of us who adored her. She was so adored. Such sweet, soft, big blue eyes …. they almost looked sad like they somehow knew the end she would have one day. People...

SAVE MY FISH On a hot, sweaty, muggy day where the air weighed one thousand pounds, She-Who-Hates-The-Heat, was called outside. The beauty and order of the pristine Houston manicured lawns and the perfectly painted houses beckoned her and so, listening to her heart,...

Photo by Reese Erielle Is anyone else out there looking for a break in the chaos? Are you like me thinking next month will be different? Surely it will stop, right? It just has to. Except that it doesn’t. It’s the major things …. like illness and loss … and it’s the...