Grief is not linear, it comes and goes sometimes in waves like the tide coming in and out, other times like the drip of a tap that hasn’t quite been turned off...
I still want to find out more about where I come from and continue to strengthen my connections across the ditch, not only for myself but also for my children.
As a high achiever at school and work, I overprepare for every exam, presentation or interview, yet I found myself woefully underprepared for the biggest job of...
Twenty years later, the story is firmly embedded in our family lore.
“We’re a team,” I whispered to her. “Whatever the future throws at us, I will be strong for you.”
I have trapped myself in a job I no longer wanted because I saw how much my parents thought it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
In recent years, as my mother’s memory began to fade, the tselemente has helped us revive recipes together.
I am from the Kingdom of Tonga, local to Sydney’s Inner West area of Marrickville, renamed by council: Bulanaming in the local Cadigal language.
I’m particularly thankful to the strangers who actively participate in keeping the magic alive for my son.
These days, despite Mum’s lingering accent, she takes on the task of reading to her grandchildren with enthusiasm, as does my Dad.
My most profound discovery was that Dad was an immigrant. I had no idea he was. I thought he was Australian.
What I didn’t expect were the memories of practising that came rushing back. The way I’ve always had trouble placing my fingers on the piano, how my left little...
As the eldest siblings, it would have fallen on us to provide assistance if we were there so we reconnected via Facebook Messenger and the numerous conversations...
Reading to children positively impacts long term academic achievement more than any other activity (including playing music with them, or doing craft).
I'm afraid, not of disease or of death but of not looking into my mother's eyes again, seeing her smile or smelling her hair as we embrace. I'm afraid of not...
It is a unique sort of agony when your body gives you one child but not another.
I thought to myself, "Am I going to be one of those Filipinos who don't become a nurse? Will I be a disappointment to my parents, my relatives and - my country?"
Family movie nights were something I’d been looking forward to with my own kids ever since they were young.
I wanted my daughter to have the same opportunity to develop her own agency, without the hard knocks that I had to go through.