From Assimilation to Belonging
What do we see when we look at someone from a different culture? Do we notice the things that connect us, or do we see only what sets us apart?
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In My Father’s Name
I hadn’t expected my doctoral research to lead me back to my father’s death. Yet a poem about loss opened a door to memories, questions, and meanings I thought I had already understood.
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Lost in Translation
What language do you think in? A seemingly simple question from my supervisor sent me down an unexpected rabbit hole involving family stories, found poetry, and the peculiarities of translation.
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Within and Between
Who gets to tell their story, whose voices are heard, and what happens when those who have been marginalised move towards the centre?
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Finding Words
I went looking for words in someone else’s writing. I hadn’t anticipated finding words for my own story.
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Beyond the Frame
I thought I was simply deciding how to frame three pieces of Hungarian embroidery. I hadn’t anticipated what would emerge from the conversation.
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The Shackles Have Been Removed!
I thought I was simply explaining my research to an ethics committee. Instead, I found myself understanding it in an entirely new way.
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The End of an Era
There are objects that quietly accompany us through whole chapters of our lives, collecting memories until the day comes when we have to let them go.
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The Tulips Were Always There
I love the unexpected tangents that emerge during counselling sessions—and the things I learn when conversations wander somewhere I never anticipated.
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Where Creativity Flows
The most important writing is not always done at a desk. It begins in the quiet places where the mind is finally free to wander.
