Comforting each other is more natural when we’re physically present, which is what the pandemic made it impossible for my not-husband to be.
We don’t crave the things we’re close to, even if they’ve shaped us into who we are.
In class we’d learned the Australian flag was blue to represent the sky and ocean both, our collective identity shaped by that constant hue.
My parents were old. It was time to take seriously the last years we had left. That is not, of course, how they saw things.
Across the thousands of miles, and the hundreds of years of historical and cultural distance, Albertine and I had our hair in common.