birth, eventual death, with stuff between
Prompted
Spring 2018
Prompt: Write a memoir in six words, no more, no less.
Nightly deep conversations in dorm hallways.
Midnight finals Zirkle. Friends, fire, nothing.
(The juggling club used to meet at the Zirkle at midnight each night during finals to juggle and blow off steam. Some of the members were really great at juggling fire torches. Especially in winter, the moving fire was lovely when the reflections bounced off the snow. The announcement used to always say that “nothing” was happening at midnight at the Zirkle. I was never a very good juggler, unlike many, but made some great friends trying and failing to juggle flaming torches.)
birth
laugh
love
grief
live
death
Stopped eating animals at age 18.
I lived, learned, taught, and enjoyed.
My
Experience
Moving
On
In
Rhythm.
Grow, cook, eat; write, publish, repeat.
From four bikes to four kids
“Go west, young man!” Went north.