When I’m reading something – whether it’s a novel, memoir or Facebook post – and I can relate, even if it’s an experience I’ve never had but my gut whispers ‘me too’, then I know I’m in a good place. That’s why I read and why I write, to commune with another over words.
Sometimes even just a sentence can deliver. Working with the seventh grade students at Liberty Memorial Central Middle School on their six word memoirs has reminded me of these truths. Because I want to see if you to can connect with them over their words too, here is a sampling of their work…
THE MAKEUP CAN’T COVER MY INSECURITIES.
I CAN ALWAYS MAKE MYSELF LAUGH.
TEARS ARE ALMOST SALTIER THAN ME.
YOU WERE MY LIFEBOAT; I DROWNED.
READY TO MAKE A BIG MISTAKE.
MY GENDER: NOT DEFINED BY YOU.
INDIAN TAKEOUT IS OUR THANKSGIVING MEAL.
I AM A TEENAGE LESLIE KNOPE.
I DON’T WANT TO DO BAD.
I WANT A BED OF CLOUDS.
INHALING DARK MEMES, EATING CANNED BEANS.
YOU DON’T HEAR ME, I’M SCREAMING.
NOT MY KANSAS ANYMORE. WHAT HAPPENED?
YOU MAY TRUST ME, I DON’T.
Aren’t they great? Love, Molly