Memoir Archives

ON THE FINAL evening of our week away, I took a plastic bag bulging with broad beans out to...

By Melissa Sweet

AS SOON AS we heard the growl, Hans released the safety on his rifle and, in the same motion,...

By Wayne McLennan

I WAS FIFTEEN when I stood inside my first restaurant kitchen. My mother, who had replaced the red dirt...

By Jim Hearn

Selected for Best Australian Essays 2010 THE ACE OF spades is the highest card in the deck, and is also...

By Carmel Bird

COME CLOSER WHILE I tell you this. Let me whisper in your ear. No one likes a dissenter. No...

I TOOK TO to running. I ran a lot – shaved nearly five minutes off my best time over seven...

By Nick Marland

K: Kartiya, desert term for white personK: Kumanjayi, word that substitutes for a name that can't be spokenWHEN K RANG the...

By Kim Mahood

IN MY MIND'S eye, it all begins with the grass: long, wild-green and waving. Like a head of unruly...

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WHEN I GET the urge to be elsewhere, as I sometimes do, it’s often my childhood home, Hong Kong....

By Phil Brown

THE PASSAGE FROM the small island city of Victoria to Vancouver across the Strait of Georgia was a ferry...

By Sara Dowse

I COME FROM a long line of beautiful women. This short, simple statement raises immediate questions: why am I...

By Meera Atkinson

I HAVE TO get to Lollipops by 3.30pm and it's not going well. Lollipops is a children's party venue...

By Natalie Corban