In my late twenties my best friend and I were so desperate to hit the snowfields we decided to drive up to Mt Hotham in my hatchback for a weekend trip. We folded the back seats to fit our snowboards in, stocked up on chocolate bars and started the 6-hour drive after work one Friday…
A simple pair of black school shoes uncovered fear, identity, and strength in my TGD child showing me the urgent need to listen and stand beside them.
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