Archives for category: six-word memoir

the spice of life

you know just what I need


Help. I’m waiting for a sign.


No joke, she be winsome, yo.

it's time

I couldn’t ask you to wait

time to trust and let go

it was your nostrils, my dear

it did make me laugh, though

big ball of human love mush

I was catching up on quirkyalone news last night when I read about Not Quite What I Was Planning on SMITH Magazine. SMITH Magazine might be my new favourite site, sorry mental_floss…(I still love you!). (That was a lot of linkage for me; very out of the ordinary, but I wanted you to know!)

I had long ago heard of Hemingway’s famous, “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” six-word story challenge. Having a rather large and ingrained adoration for poetry, the whole idea of summing up one’s life at a particular moment in six words delights me to no end.

So, randomly, but when the inspiration sparks, I shall indulge here with my own six-word memoirs. Feel free to leave yours in the comments if you so desire.

Right now my six-word memoir goes like this:

Being quiet. Wishing I was alone.