Friday, April 12, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
One night a week I teach a non-fiction writing class at the local community college. The assignment I gave my students was to write as many "six word memoirs" as they could. The only rule was that it could only have six words. Here are a few of my own.
I moved back to Pittsburgh...again.
Three cats and too many books.
Still trying to figure it out.
Can't believe I dated him...twice.
Wading through all the loose ends.
Summer in Europe, thirteen years ago.