Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
When I grow up
‘Fashion designers have those,’ says the little girl, looking up at me as I tromp down the stairs. She’s standing beside the mannequin I bought in a local dress shop’s closing-down sale. ‘I’d like to be a fashion designer when … Continue reading
Taboo? (I’m talking about Jesus)
Do you cringe when someone mentions Jesus in polite conversation? I’ll admit it – I do. Not because I want to, or choose to, but because – well – I don’t really know. It’s an unconscious reaction. I’ve never been … Continue reading
Surfin’ downtown for an organ and some blondes
A bronzed surfer dude grabs a board, races into the water. I’m already there, paddling out, rays on my back, tanning through the oil. Surf’s up – and before you know it I’m riding the crest of a wave. Not … Continue reading
Secrets, dragons and mills
How do you feel about secrets? I’m ambivalent. I love the idea of secret gardens. Valleys unlocked by a spell. Mountains where dragons lie hidden. Places where magic happens. Where the sun beams down on gentle hills from a forget-me-not sky. … Continue reading
That road – dejà viewed. Part 4: the journey’s end.
The man who’s driving this long and just-beginning-to-be-winding road has a very soothing manner. On another day I might – just might – find Fegan’s manner too soothing. As in irritatingly slow. Tonight, his aura of calm is perfect. I sink into the … Continue reading
It’s somewhere, not nowhere – and we’ve been there. [Part 3 of that road journey]
The darkness I feared is falling, but we’re no longer straddling that hot, narrow, frightening stretch of road. We’ve driven a few hundred metres. The distance from peril to safety. We hope. Hordes of children gather. Women appear, suspicious, but inquisitive. … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 