Legacy as art
The work we do is private by nature. Our clients entrust us with their stories not for publicity, but for posterity.
Out of respect for that trust, the excerpts featured here are presented without attribution.
We invite you to read these select passages as an introduction to our literary voice, our rigour, and our reverence for the lives we shape into memoir.
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The Memoir House SAMPLE CHAPTERS
Short Memoir
Drawn from The Travel Journal—a private publication commissioned by a luxury experience provider—this curated portfolio crafted by K.H. Bickell Literary writers showcases select short prose developed for a corporate client.
Each piece is crafted from firsthand interviews and rendered in a literary tone, preserving moments of awe, intimacy, and transformation encountered through travel, exploration, and connection.
While identities remain confidential, the essence remains intact: a quiet record of lives touched by extraordinary experience.
The One We Brought Home
We left the harbor at dawn, the sea flat and glassy under the growing light. There was something ceremonial in the way we cast off—quiet, steady, a nod to the friend to whom we were dedicating the day. We started…
Spirit and Stillness: Tequila Tasting in Makawao
Mist clings to the hills as the road curves upward into Makawao, where pastureland meets cloud line and the air cools to a gentle hush. Here, on the slopes of Haleakalā, time moves differently. measured not in hours but in…
Midnight Between Palaces
I hadn’t planned to work. That was the whole point. Business meetings, yes, those came with the territory. But those were always face-to-face, always with the quiet luxury of presence. I hadn’t brought a laptop on this trip, and I…
Embracing the Pause: Serenity at Kamaha’o, a Marilyn Monroe Spa
The itinerary for the day was supposed to include a helicopter ride.That morning, the sky had other plans. Rain clouds gathered over the West Maui Mountains, their peaks veiled in cloud. So plans changed, as they do, and the woman…
A Quiet Pull: Snorkelling and Fishing on Lahaina’s Shore
I didn’t come to Maui with a checklist. Just a quiet hope for something I couldn’t quite name. That, it turns out, was exactly the right way to receive the island. With my wife and our daughters, our days found…
The Edge of the Road, The Edge of Fear: Travelling the Road to Hana
The Road to Hana doesn’t begin at the first curve. It begins in the stillness before: before the engine turns over, before the sun climbs out of the ocean, before courage fully wakes. We were in Maui for the first…
Living Landscapes: The Wild Rhythm of Maui
The moment the girl stepped off the plane in Maui, the island’s vivid wildness enveloped her. The warm, fragrant air welcomed her into the lush, living embrace of the Valley Isle. While many come to Hawaii seeking the renowned golf…
Private Penthouse Dining Over Maui’s Western Shore
The trade winds had quieted that evening, leaving the sea a sheet of glass below our lanai. Light fell softly over Lahaina, and the air, still warm from the afternoon sun, carried the scent of salt and expensive sunscreen. A…
Breathing in The Sky
I had never flown in anything like it before: a gyrocopter, light as a dragonfly, its blades slicing the morning air. When the engine whirred to life and the wheels bumped over the grass of the Hana field, my heart…
Hole Seven, and Then the Quiet: Wailea Golf Course
Wailea Golf Club, in the morning light, unfolds like a promise: fairways etched between lava rock and hibiscus, a quiet choreography of palm shadows and sea breeze. It’s the kind of place that elevates sport into something finer: a ritual…
Reeling in the Deal: Deep Sea Fishing in the Pacific
By the time the sky bruised with dawn, I’d already washed and dried my hair, gathered my gear, and stepped onto the dock with purpose. It was 4:30AM in the islands: black water, salt in the air, and a day…