Memoir Archives

THE ARGUMENT IN the car starts the way it always does. One brother’s arm is around the other’s shoulders,...

By Tracy Crisp

1 I RECALL VERY little about myself before the age of six. I possess no photographs to jolt the hidden...

By Shannon Burns

ADELAIDE’S GOLDEN AGE began when the Beatles flew into town on 12 June 1964, electrifying the citizenry out of...

By Chris Wallace

My art is something precious; something locked behind my tongue.Barbara Hanrahan, Sea Green (Fontana Books, 1980) TWO YEARS AGO, a...

By Charlotte Guest

@FletaTheTweeter: I was sent to interview Chris Gayle a couple of years ago. He said no to the interview before...

By Fleta Page

IT SOMEHOW SEEMED right, one golf day, that we ended up banging on about the Brisbane Rugby League competition...

By William McInnes

IN 1976 MY Aunty Pam, who had returned from her job as a nurse on the volcanic island of...

By John Harms

ONLY A GENEROUS observer would have said I was dancing around the ring. A less generous one, the one...

By Paul Mitchell

IT’S EARLY MORNING and I’m waiting with ten thousand other people in the four lanes of road that separate...

SeasonBY QUEERTIME SHE grew restless and could not see what was in front of her. She felt rootless and...

My China-born wife, Susan, dreamt that one day our son Max would become the Number 1 golf player in...

By Gerhard Fischer

IRONBARKS, AS THEIR name suggests, are tough trees. Their outer covering is thick, rough and deeply furrowed. Dead bark...

By Inga Simpson