My late mother’s address book still lives in the top drawer of the kitchen in our family home.  She always had it within easy reach. For her, it was practical and unpretentious: a small black book with Address Book stamped in gold on the front cover. The pages are a patchwork of entries in different coloured pens, pencil, and the occasional texta. Some addresses are neatly written; others crammed in sideways or added as afterthoughts. Over time, entire pages have … Continue reading