This piece was submitted by Larry Smith as part of the 2015 PEN World Voices Online Anthology.

Larry Smith’s event: Six Words for My Mother

 

Since 2006, I’ve been asking people to sum up their lives in exactly six words on the storytelling community I founded, Six Words from SMITH Magazine. We call these short life stories “Six-Word Memoirs,” a personal twist on the form that, according to literary lore, Hemingway started when challenged in a bar to write a whole novel in just six words: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

Eight years and more than one million stories later, the six-word concept has become a bestselling book series, a teaching tool used across the world, and a powerful way to spur on self-expression for anyone and everyone. In hospitals and veterans’ groups, at after-school programs and houses of worship, around dinner tables and (naturally) during speed dates, the six-word concept has been used to foster understanding, ease communication, and break the ice.

The six-word constraint forces us to figure out the essence of who we are and what matters most. Above all, six words is a great way for anyone and everyone to start telling their story. A compelling Six-Word Memoir also provokes three more important words from those who receive it: Tell me more. Here are just a few examples of Six-Word Memoirs from people across the world, including a few names you may recognize. —Larry Smith

 

Bad brakes discovered at high speed. —Johan Baumeister

 

Ex-wife and contractor now have house. —Drew Peck  

 

Being a monk stunk. Better gay. —Bob Redman

 

School geek married a luscious cheerleader. —Christopher Clukey   

 

Former Boss: “Writing’s your worst skill!”— Amy Tan

 

Gin joints. Love affairs. No relation. —Dean Ellis

 

One tooth, one cavity, life’s cruel. —John Bettencourt    

 

Mormon economist marries feminist. Worlds collide. —Michael McBride

 

Mormon feminist loves husband, hates patriarchy. —Caroline Kline

 

Blame Catholic Church for bad knees. —Kathi Wright

 

Half Jewish. Half Italian. Totally stuffed. —Dave Cirilli

 

Life behind a microphone gets lonely. —Crystal Kash

 

Wanted world, got world plus lupus. —Liz Futrell

 

Grumpy old soundman needs love, too. —Lennie Rosengard

 

Wasn’t born a redhead; fixed that. —Andie Grace

 

Hugged some trees, then burned them. —Tom Price

 

Brought it to a boil, often.  —Mario Batali

 

Slightly psychotic; in a good way. —Patricia Neelty

 

Just a rockin’ readin’ knittin’ kitten. —Emmeline Friedman

 

Act two curtain brought dramatic improvements. —John Godfrey

 

From teen witch to queen bitch. —Tavi Gevinson

 

Learned eventually, Billy Crystal, not Salinger. —Ben Kaplan

 

Young, skinny, ridiculed. Old, skinny, envied. —Phil Sweet

 

Discovered moral code via Judy Blume. —Beth Greivel

 

Older now, I draw myself better. —Peter Arkle

 

Near death experiences are my forte. —Anna Mauser-Martinez

 

Never really finished anything, except cake. —Carletta Perkins

 

Professor/poet morphs into Poet/professor. —Billy Collins

 

Much married, fourth time is charm. —Erica Jong

 

Now I blog and drink wine. —Peter Bartlett

 

ABCs. MTV. SATs. THC. IRA. NPR. —Jancee Dunn

 

I still make coffee for two. —Zak Nelson

 

Almost a victim of my family. —Chuck Sangster

 

Caring for parents. Life is circular. —Tim McGrath

 

Fourteen years old, story still untold. —David Gidwani