the in-betweens.
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Finding Francis Sandra
I have been carrying this thought quietly for a while now that if I do not start looking for my maternal grandfather’s story soon, I may never be able to. My mother lost him when she was only eight or nine years old, sometime around 1954 or 1955. She remembers little, and what she does…
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(Not) Doing Better at Journalling
Back in April 2025, I wrote about training for my first 21km. Now it’s August. I told myself I’d write something every two weeks. I didn’t. Adulting is tough. But if I’m honest, a lot of it is me putting too much on myself. I never stop moving. I started a YouTube channel with my…
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Still Running
I’m running a 21km race in two weeks. Which sounds cool until I remember… I’m 46. The last time I did a half-marathon, I was 20. Twenty. That was 26 years ago, back when I had bendy joints and a body that didn’t talk back after every run. So, yeah — this feels a little…
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On Not Knowing Where to Begin
Today felt like a sigh I didn’t get to finish. There was no one moment I can point to — just a slow unfolding of things not going quite right. Nothing dramatic. Nothing worth a headline. Just the small, invisible kinds of disappointment that collect behind the eyes. I kept trying to start something. But…