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This is Thirty – Written on the Wing – Circa 2010

I like to chase the sun as it sinks below the horizon; rolling back into the ocean; reflecting burnt umber and violet onto the endless waves. It is a game, as I time-travel through the air. It winks at me as the last sliver of light slips under the surface. Stars glow...

This is Thirty – Food ID

There was a little four-year-old girl in my mother’s nursery class one year that didn’t know what a potato looked like. Didn’t know what it was. There was a fake one in the play kitchen in the classroom, and my mum came home one day baffled that she...

This is Thirty – When I Hear About Your Loss

When I hear about your loss, I feel it more in my chest than the syllables ringing in my ears. The moment I know that there’s a missing piece of you, the chasms in my own heart echo in their emptiness. Reverberating emotions up to the surface that are never...

This is Thirty – A Chapter Written Long Ago

My Dad used to brush my hair after I took a bath. He’d take the blue brush, the one that matched his eyes, and he’d look just above my gaze as he smoothed my straight hair, my bangs, up and over my widow’s peak, back behind my ears, and down to my...

This is Thirty – A Letter From 1946

I’m going through my papers again and took out the manilla envelope that holds memories that wither and fade on paper that was made too many years ago. I’ve wanted to transcribe them all since last year, keep them safe, but there are always other things...