The Threads Have Always Been There
Sometimes the answers we search for are not waiting to be invented, but quietly waiting to be recognised.
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Broken Mosaics
The more I uncover about my family’s past, the more I realise how many stories I have accepted without ever knowing where they began.
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Familiar Place Names, Unfamiliar Territory
A virtual journey through Hungary rekindles memories that were never quite forgotten, and awakens a longing to rediscover the places that have lived quietly in my imagination for decades.
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The Poems Came Home
Sometimes rejection is not the end of a story, but the moment it finds its way home. A reflection on writing, imposter syndrome, and quietly refining long-held dreams.
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Connections
More and more frequently, I find myself noticing connections – between conversations, stories, and seemingly unrelated moments.
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Finally Enrolled!
Becoming a doctoral student and actually accessing the library are, apparently, two entirely different things.
