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I just got home from Boston and in time (late though it may be) to post some Six Word Memoirs that I received this week. As the weeks roll by, I find it interesting to read my own memoirs and those of my readers and note how as our lives take various twists and turns, some good, some not so good, our six words often reflect that fleeting moment or life-long desire.
My week in Boston was spent alternating between cuddling a newborn sweetie and coddling my granddaughter, Finley who is suffering ever so slightly from the many rapid changes in her life (Daddy working in NYC, Mommy nursing a newborn, going to nursery school) and I think she may have a small case of the terrible twos. So although I usually put my own Six Word Memoir last, this week it’s first.
“I want my Mommy” said Finley – Me
I am baking 3 rum cakes – startingoveringermany
Job abandonment – Not a horrible idea – Weez
Can it almost be Thanksgiving? Yikes! – Gail
If you read this blog, you don’t need me to go into yet another explanation of the origin of The Six Word Project, so I won’t. Recently, one friend/reader said she tried to do the Six Word Memoir but she can’t. I can only encourage you to try – put the pen to the paper and think…about your life, your dreams. your present day situation, a bad or good feeling and the six words will write themselves!
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