Like Coming Home
Home is sometimes less a place than a feeling. On a warm summer’s day in Hungary, I found both through the lens of a phone.
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The Essence of Stories
Perhaps the stories we inherit are not carried forward word for word, but in the feelings, images, and truths that remain long after the details have been forgotten.
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From Metaphor to Method
In trying to imagine an arts-based component for my doctoral research, I discovered that the metaphors guiding my thinking had quietly become the method itself.
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The Story of What Did Not Happen
Sometimes the most unexpected days become the ones that quietly reshape the stories we tell ourselves.
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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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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 Dead of the Night
The night has held motherhood, fear, loss, and finally peace. A reflection on the changing meaning of darkness across a lifetime.
