Smacked head, crawling back, crown intact.
Prompt: Write a memoir in six words, no more, no less.
Between sound and silence, I dance.
Overthought it, then said “f--- it.”
Hip fracture, tracheostomy; skiing, snorkeling out.
Many mistakes, little ambition, no regrets
“Behave yourself.” Now they tell me!
You remember me. This is enough.
Dancing. Dreaming. Daring.
Lived fully. Loved deeply. Let go.
Teacher of science, theology, and life.