Prompt: Write a memoir in six words, no more, no less.
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.)
- Eileen Curley ’96, Poughkeepsie, N.Y.
birth
laugh
love
grief
live
death
- Carly Jerome ’11, Takoma Park, Md.
Stopped eating animals at age 18.
- Susan Grodsky ’74, Rockville, Md.
I lived, learned, taught, and enjoyed.
- Ted Amann ’87, Portland, Ore.
My
Experience
Moving
On
In
Rhythm.
- Laurie Hultberg ’73, Ithaca, N.Y.
Grow, cook, eat; write, publish, repeat.
- Elisabeth Bailey ’94, Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, Canada
From four bikes to four kids
- Ruth Anderson Lang ’03, East Palo Alto, Calif.
“Go west, young man!” Went north.
- Eric Mistry ’14, Duluth, Minn.
Figuring things out with life’s challenges
- Geneva Guadalupe ’17, Iowa City, Iowa
Once so mousy — now I roar.
- Amy Miller ’93, Lincoln, Neb.
