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.