birth, eventual death, with stuff between
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.)
Stopped eating animals at age 18.
I lived, learned, taught, and enjoyed.
Grow, cook, eat; write, publish, repeat.
From four bikes to four kids
“Go west, young man!” Went north.