Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
Life, death and the choruses of dawn
You don’t know how lucky you are. In my head are two other blog posts, desperate to escape. One about the futility of life, which features a waking nightmare. I was thinking my last thought, comprising very few words, which … Continue reading
Nonpareil. On voyaging from darkness, into light
I can’t remember what we had for breakfast. But, as always, we had tea. Thank goodness. Unusually, while still at table, I checked my emails on my phone. That’s where the shadow was waiting. My lovely husband, baby of five … Continue reading
A rather trifling matter
Custard has reared its head again. I’d planned to write about the colour yellow. While glorious spring was rampant and the British newly friendly on the street. Daring to go out without umbrellas. And smiling at total strangers. But that … Continue reading
Trampled. Green. And sparkly
Flick. Skim. Flick. That was me, last Sunday, with the newspaper. Jaded with news, jaded with the world. Just jaded. Then an opinion piece caught my eye. About ‘the song of the selfie siren’. And the deaths that result from … Continue reading
More things in heaven and earth
Last Saturday, early in the afternoon, I stood before a cottage window, gazing across a wide valley. Filtered through mist, great hills rose and fell, like whales caught in freeze frame, arcing from a hazy sea. Below the window, mere … Continue reading
Democracy Dies in Darkness
Diogenes, it’s said, carried a lamp by day as he walked the streets of Athens. Asked why, he said he was looking for an honest man. Is this a perennial quest, to remain forever unfulfilled? Because we simply don’t know … Continue reading
“What is truth? What IS truth?”
Couldn’t we – shouldn’t we – all be asking that question? When we’re living in a world in which a big red bus drove Britain out of Europe. And a new American President claps his hands – because he believes … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 