Six Word Memoir
I’ve been giving thought to the idea of the “six word memoir”, perhaps too much thought. I’m finding it difficult to determine what I think defines my life. Certainly I was married and then divorced, but does that define my life? Perhaps in some regard, yes. In others, I hope not. If so, can I aptly convey my divorce as a positive thing? Certainly being a mother plays a significant role (one would hope) in defining who you are, but shouldn’t be limiting. This is tricky.
In some ways, I feel as though my memoir might read:
“Jerry Springer called. I hung up.”
In others, I feel it might read:
“Liberated by divorce; graced with child.”
Perhaps:
“Saved by God, more than once.”
Or:
“Opened husband’s closet. Single is better.”
Or:
“If I didn’t laugh, I’d cry.”
Or perhaps what I’d like it to read:
“Life gave artichokes. I made lemonade.”
In some ways, I feel as though my memoir might read:
“Jerry Springer called. I hung up.”
In others, I feel it might read:
“Liberated by divorce; graced with child.”
Perhaps:
“Saved by God, more than once.”
Or:
“Opened husband’s closet. Single is better.”
Or:
“If I didn’t laugh, I’d cry.”
Or perhaps what I’d like it to read:
“Life gave artichokes. I made lemonade.”
Comments
my vw is sovmuyh, (so very much)
hee hee!
that was the artichokes comment sailing right over my head.
:)
Good post!
The one about opening your husband's closet is amusing, though completely overshadowed by life giving you artichokes. HILARIOUSLY CREATIVE!
Six words is never long enough.
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