one liners

Over on fifty|fifty vision I’ve been experimenting with one line memoirs.  It came from the idea of six word stories, which lots of people (starting with Hemingway) do so well. Not surprisingly, I can’t seem to contain myself to six words. But give me a few more, and it’s a fun ride through my overactive and need-for-immediate-results imagination. My piece for fifty|fifty is up today, and it’s more midlife memoir-ish. I decided to try it here, all in first person, based on what’s happening right now. You should try it (really, you should) and send me yours in the comments.
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This morning I slapped myself. In the face. With my purse strap. My inability to get out of the house unscathed astounds me.

I have not missed an episode of Survivor in 28 seasons. I am not convinced that should be a point of pride. Or even admitted to others.

Sitting still, very still, is good for you. Please tell my husband that sitting on a bike only counts if you’re not moving.

It is truly unfair that one’s children move away at the precise moment they become interesting adults, stop mocking their mother, and start making their own money. Coincidence?

Salted caramel makes sense. Low fat cheese, not so much. Not sure about rose wine. Decaf coffee, not in the conversation.

Boy, there are some stupid people in this world. And sometimes they are all living in my own head.

A man sat next to her and said, “Don’t freak out, but I am going to take off my leg.” And that was only the beginning of my youngest daughter’s most recent adventure.

That woman who comes into the gym all cute and sassy, with a tight booty and shoulders that rival Michelle Obama’s? The one who hops on the treadmill and starts running backwards? Yeah, that wasn’t me.

How can something as simple as a a whiff of honeysuckle can give me so much pleasure?

It was a relief to discover that something was indeed broken, and the broken part wasn’t me.

I keep my Obama sticker on my car to annoy those who don’t have hope. Also to remember change takes time.

My favorite description for everything ridiculous, jumbled, and never-ending is “it’s like a clown car.” It works for my brain, my closet, my calendar, and obviously, my car.

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About kim tackett

Northern CA marketing consultant, writer of very small stories, and drinker of very strong coffee.
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9 Responses to one liners

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  2. lauraj2014 says:

    I really like these — I think it’s too soon for memoirs, when there is so much life to live right now 🙂

  3. Kathleen says:

    A soft boiled egg with seaweed, frozen blueberries with 1/2 and 1/2–this foodie faces a night of paperwork, but then the fiddler called!

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