I swam. I made it. I am in my final week of lap swimming in this Storytelling and Digital Media pool and as I prepare to submit my series of blogs and our final assessment, I have looked back deeply into the water that I am about to step from and my return to study...
Oh Deng, I want to hug you one million times over. I am sad for you. I am crying for you. I am all swelled up inside for you and I am grieving for your mother, for her loss. I have shown your story to those closest to me and we have all cried together for you. I am...
Brrrrrrriiiiiiing…. Brrrrrrriiiiiiiing. Hello? “Your mum has had a baby. It’s a boy”. This was the message from the neighbour down the road, telling us that there was another sibling (I have eight) joining the clan. We didn’t have our own telephone, so important phone...
