Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
I am not a number. Je suis humaine.
If you recognise the first part of the title as coming from ‘The Prisoner’, award yourself a silver star! But, be warned, that’s as cheerful as the mood of this post gets. Today I was planning to write something superficial … Continue reading
Scents and scent’s ability
A squeeze, a touch and there it is. A white plastic shrine, four or five inches tall, no more. Two tiny doors that open outwards. Inside, the figure of a slight, wistful-looking woman in blue, hands joined in prayer, standing … Continue reading
Moon over the meanygates
Dark clods of earth, like sticky remnants of Christmas pudding,* form ragged ridges over deep, ice-filled ruts. What once were puddles, ruffled by angry winds, now double as skating rinks – for voles and weasels, mice and stoats. A wintry, … Continue reading
Seagulls’ wings, the Snow Queen and a musical time machine
High wind. The seagulls riding it like rodeo stars, their wings ‘like parentheses drawn in the sky’. I’m hearing a song in my head. ‘Listen to the oh-shun, echoes of a million seashells …’ I’m back, for an instant, in … Continue reading
Considering coruscating modus operandi
No, it doesn’t make sense. Let me explain … A couple of weeks ago, I was watching a television programme about the assassination of President Kennedy. A clip of original footage from 1963 showed an interviewer, in Britain, stopping passers-by, … Continue reading
What price downmarket pizza?
In a (downmarket) supermarket the other day I overheard a comment which shamed me. It shamed me because I have the luxury of being a person of extremes when it comes to shopping for food. Now and again, anyway. Most … Continue reading
Walking with Tess ‘on this journey called life’
Not many people understand it when you start wondering if you should become a nun. I’ve only encountered two people in my life with whom I shared this serious experience, who really understood it. One was my long-departed, always missed … Continue reading
