The Common Thread
A poem about the quiet connections that endure across generations, and how ordinary acts can bring us closer to those we never had the chance to know.
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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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Sunday Lunches
My strongest childhood memories are not of places but of Sunday lunches: paprika-scented kitchens, opera drifting through open windows, and my father’s stories unfolding around the table.
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We Got Lost on the Way Home
We were supposed to be going camping in Austria. Instead, we got lost on the way home. A story of family, migration, and the journey that brought us to Aotearoa New Zealand.
