The importance of our stories
After my grandfather passed away, I paid more attention to the stories my mum shared about him. “Gung Gung,” as I used to call him, packed up his bag when he was 17 years old and left Meizhou, his village and home in China. Like most males coming of age, he left the family home in pursuit of his own destiny and made his way down to East Timor.
Strategies in Finding Me
Lately, I’ve been reading more memoir and picked up Viola Davis’s ‘Finding Me’. I won’t spoil the read for you but would recommend the book. Her story got me thinking about the ways we find ourselves. Then, to my own strategies of finding me.
What are you defined by?
Identity is at the forefront of our cancel culture era. It defines who we are. Not long ago, I attended an online Writers Festival in Australia and noticed that almost all presenters chose to identify their personal pronouns.
The beginning
The beginning of anything may be filled with…