Spring 2018

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

Funny, I never meant life seriously

Bologna tacos and other poor choices

Resolved to make mistakes. Mostly successful.

Dancing brought God into my life.

Four years, dated 13, then George.

Should have had more stupid fun.

Smacked head, crawling back, crown intact.

Between sound and silence, I dance.

Overthought it, then said “f--- it.”

Hip fracture, tracheostomy; skiing, snorkeling out.