Self-Six

Jocelyn, a beautiful writer with a beautiful son and a beautiful husband and a whole bunch of beautiful stories to her credit (if you think I'm overdoing the beautifuls, just go to her site and try to tell me I'm wrong) tagged me for a meme asking participants to create a memoir in six words.

Here's mine:

This stoic New Englander laughs anyway.

Photo by Lauren


For some more six word memoirs--some haunting, some funny, some obscure--go here.

And to do my memely duty, I'm passing it along to Mrs. Chicken, Amy at Binkytown, Lauren at Memoir, Fitz and/or Duff at My Mom Genes, and jen at one plus two. There's something about this meme that really intrigues me. I can't wait to see how each of you spins your own six word yarn.

1. Write a six-word memoir.

2. Post it to your blog, maybe with a pic.

3. Link to the person who tagged you

4. Tag a few folks

5. Leave a comment for them with an invite to play.

Comments

  1. slouching momAugust 25, 2008 at 1:13 PM

    Love this meme, and your response. Not to mention that beautiful photo of you!

    I answered this meme a while ago. My response was:

    "Empathy's better as carry-on baggage."

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  2. WhirlwindAugust 25, 2008 at 1:20 PM

    Love the picture and your response.

    I left you something at my place the other day.

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  3. BinkytownAugust 25, 2008 at 1:38 PM

    If I must then I must (warming up with six words now)

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  4. jenAugust 25, 2008 at 2:04 PM

    i love this, i keep seeing it and have never answered officially. let me see what i can do.

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  5. Mrs. ChickenAugust 25, 2008 at 2:56 PM

    you got it. lovely photo!

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  6. zellmerAugust 25, 2008 at 7:46 PM

    I did this, too, via Slouchy. Mine was depressing. Something like "Never happy for wanting something better."

    I loved the slideshow of the artist's memoirs.

    Loved yours, too.

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  7. AmandaAugust 26, 2008 at 11:45 AM

    Wonderful!

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  8. AmyAugust 27, 2008 at 12:28 PM

    You are beautiful

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  9. Mary-LUEAugust 27, 2008 at 11:11 PM

    Great response and great photo!

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  10. SusAugust 28, 2008 at 12:11 PM

    just read your post at Mrs. Chicken's and hopped over. Nice memoir - and picture.

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