On all the things I didn’t say

A few weeks ago marked the first anniversary of my grandma’s passing. Though it was October, Melbourne provided plenty of cooler days, so I wore a few of her jumpers and coats that I had opted to take when all of her things were divvied up among the family (the woman had amazing style!) as a way of feeling her presence during those weeks. I was sad because I obviously

On accidentally changing history

They say history is written by the victors, which is true in warfare, but when it comes to family history, it’s written by the living. The living who are separated from history by a good many years. Twenty years ago, my grandpa wrote down his ancestor’s history of arriving in Australia. I’ve just finished rewriting, editing and laying it out in a book as a keepsake for my family. I’m