A Different Shade of Seeing, a memoir by my friend, Elizabeth Brennan, delighted me. As Shane McCauley says: ‘We are privileged guests of the author as she shares her thoughts, observations and aspirations. History and folklore are discovered and retold through many incredible anecdotes.’
Moving Among Strangers: Randolph Stow and My Family, is a family memoir. It is a wonderful glimpse into the life of Randolph Stow, one of Western Australia’s most revered writers. It also about the area where my grandmother’s family settled in the nineteenth century, and where my mother grew up.
Everywhere I Look, by Helen Garner, enthralled me. This book is purported to be ‘a collection of essays, diary entries and true stories’ which, of course, it is. But on another, deeper level, it is much more. The stories, snippets and longer essays can be read as a memoir of the life of an older writer. It spans about […]
Elopement: A Memoir is the title of the new book I’ve written. It’s about falling in love and marrying in later life. After six years writing, it will be released in October.
My new memoir has bounced back from yet another publisher. I’ve been writing this manuscript for more years than I care to think about. Perhaps I sent it out too early? Probably, but I am impatient.
A watershed moment has happened for my writing. It’s time for cautious celebration. There is still a long way to go. But it did feel good yesterday when I wrote, ‘The End’ on the last page of the manuscript of my new memoir. Then I printed it, for no reason except that I could. Three hundred pages, 70 000 […]
Writing about vulnerable people in memoir is tricky. There are no absolute guidelines. Compassionate writing boils down to the writer’s personal moral and ethical codes. For me, these are based on my Catholic faith and the Australian Code of professional conduct for nurses. Moral and ethical codes differ for everyone. People become vulnerable when others assume a […]
For the past few years, I’ve been writing my second memoir. It’s about falling in love and marrying in old age. John was married to my life-long friend Marcia for almost fifty years. Some time after her death, their children invited me to his seventieth birthday. Exactly a year after the birthday celebration, we married. We didn’t just […]