My grandmother’s affection, lavished solely on my brother, who closely resembled our heroic grandfather, left me feeling bitter and unworthy. Over the years, in dreams, I idealized her into the loving, kind figure I craved; through these dreams, I learned that her love was never the missing piece I sought.
Leonie Gregory lives in Australia; she has a passion for photography and writing about her experiences, as well as subjects she wants to explore further.
A colourful gelato cone in hand, and I’m magically back in dolce Liguria: blazing sun, turquoise water, your damp curly hair and laughing mouth. Taking a bite, I crunch; the spell breaks. But then you crunch, and the magic returns. Your silver hair glistening, smelling, as then, of the sea.
Leonie Gregory lives in Australia. She has a passion for photography and writing about her experiences, as well as subjects she wants to explore further.
I’m not nostalgic, but I miss that teenage feeling of unbridled freedom of summer in the country. Picking up a fallen apple, inhaling its wild lusciousness. The old farmhouse filled with young voices, the floorboards creaking under wet barefoot. And the young apple tree, planted last year, taking root beautifully.
Leonie Gregory lives in Australia; she likes taking photos of nature and writing stories about what she knows or wants to know better.