This title is a six-word memoir from Gabrielle Maconi. It’s featured in the book Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure.
I had somehow never heard of the six-word memoir concept before today, despite it being around since Hemingway penned his shortest story.
For sale: Baby shoes. Never worn.
Whoa. As soon as I read that, I was hooked. And this book has so many amazing examples:
Almost a victim of my family. (Chuck Sanger)
Painful nerd kid, happy nerd adult. (Linda Williamson)
Watching quietly from every door frame. (Nicole Resseguie)
That’s incredibly powerful stuff! It’s life, condensed! It’s also all I can think about. Would a condensed life always be sweeter, like condensed milk? Or would it end up unbearably bitter, like over-concentrated coffee? I’ve decided that the end result depends – just like with food – on the essence of the original.
But, for the majority of us, with our jumbled sweet-sour-spicy-bitter-umami lives, how can we even begin to define ourselves with just six words?
Small hometown. Big ideas. Started writing.
Painted the town turquoise, not red.
Loved like hearts grew on trees.
I’ve given it a try, but I’m not satisfied yet. What words would you use to express the very core of your life? The comments section is all yours for playing around…