by Anne Skyvington | Aug 27, 2016 | Travel, Writing Memoir
My European travels in a downbeaten French deux chevaux car, shuffling and chugging through 15 countries, is a metaphor for my earliest attempts at self development. During the months’ long trip, I kept a daily journal, developing writing skills that proved a...
by Anne Skyvington | Aug 23, 2016 | Writing Memoir
According to American author Marian Roach Smith’s definition, “Memoirs are selections from your life story, shaped by theme, driven by a few burning questions. So the question the reader brings is: why these bits of your life? The answer to that question...
by Anne Skyvington | Jan 23, 2016 | Writing Memoir
River Girl I lived at a place called Waterview, a lush, fertile valley, with a river swollen like a pregnant woman coursing through it. Despite the name ‘Waterview’, the Clarence River was hidden from sight at the point where I was brought up, because of the lie of...
by Anne Skyvington | Dec 8, 2015 | Writing Memoir
Lambs in Spring The humid scorching heat of the sub-tropical climate engulfed us; the sun’s rays tore at our skin with ruthless intensity and sent us kids scurrying towards water, even if it was only to the hose in the back or front yard. Sometimes Mum would pile us...
by Anne Skyvington | Sep 4, 2015 | Writing Memoir
December 13th November, 2008 You can’t know the sheer joy and wonder of grandparenting, until it happens to you. It was around 4am when Grandad Mark’s mobile phone rang, waking us from our sleep. Thirty minutes earlier, our daughter Kate had rolled out of bed...
by Anne Skyvington | Jan 15, 2015 | Writing Memoir
After some confusion, I started at the Angel in search of a boy, my long-lost Ern, my namesake, darling. A perfect starting point for my research. I felt sure your old street would be nearby. It was missing from the map they gave me in the hotel. There is an angel...
