I am late to the six-word memoir craze.
That’s eight words…but you get the idea. The fourth collection of these lines, It All Changed In An Instant, is a compilation submitted by readers of Smith Magazine. Not only was I unfamiliar with the six-word memoir books, I’d never heard of Smith Magazine either.
I must be the only one. When I googled it, there were 11,500,000 options.
I was probably in the bathroom.
NPR ran a segment about it recently and that’s where I became hooked. The lines were funny, sad, poignant…. One they quoted during the interview was something like, Loneliness: one egg in the pan. Doesn’t that gut-punch you?
Since Dearly Beloved prefers oatmeal, I’ll have to double my egg consumption from now on to keep from feeling sad about my egg.
The first one they quoted, believed to have been said by Ernest Hemingway: For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn.
Not sure what mine would be. (Hey, that’s six words and perfect for an indecisive person like me.)
Who am I? Are you SERIOUS?
Marriage. Life is funny that way.
This could get out of hand.
Oh, the things one can do! One person might write, Where does it end, my ASS! while I, the possessor of a broad butt, would change it to, Where does it end? My ass!!!
How ’bout this old song by Gale Garnett? We’ll Sing in the Sunshine. What a sweet memoir.
Or in another direction. . .
Made my bed; lying in it.
Missed my calling…but can’t redial.
Stop the world! Let me off.
I can’t go on like this!
I could go wild with political memoirs.
Kindergarten Congress: We even have recess.
Lucky are those from previous administrations who can say (or sing): Unindicted. . . and it feels so GOOD!
It’s a good thing I didn’t learn of this earlier.
A little crazy. Could be worse.
Driving myself to distraction. No brakes!
One more and it’s your turn:
In fudge and friendships… add nuts.