Prompted

Spring 2018

Prompt: Write a memoir in six words, no more, no less.

birth, eventual death, with stuff between

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

“Go west, young man!” Went north.