Some people help carry your life so quietly that you only later realise how much of your story rests inside their hands.

My new essay, Every Madd Is Now a Star, is for my sister Tammy — who dressed me for Avalon Bioscope trips in District Six, corrected Arabic madds in my writing, encouraged my work after my stroke, and helped hold together more lives than she probably knew.

A story about memory, care, women’s unseen labour, and the people who elongate our lives with love.