Yesterday was my 42nd birthday, and a month before that it was my second anniversary as the CEO of the…Read More
Tag: Childhood
In honouring you, what I’ve chosen to destroy
Happy 70th Birthday Mama. It’s taken me days to put my thoughts to paper. I’ve wanted to write to you…Read More
Companion, indulge me, leave but for a moment.
Dearest pain, I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to put you down for a moment. I’ll just set…Read More
the delicate smell of my mother’s life lingers
A couple times a year I take down the box of my late mother’s clothes and unpack it. Inside is…Read More
dumpster diving
I remember the look on my mother’s face when our poverty was put on public display; when we had to…Read More
What we left behind
I could never have imagined seeing the apple bowls again, and there they were in my hands. After a few…Read More
Apple bowls
“I found the storage locker where your family’s things were put. When you come, we’ll clean it out.” My aunt…Read More
The Refugee Camp
Picture: On the left is seven year old me, in the red sweater, together with my younger cousin Hela, playing…Read More