Apparently, it’s been in the back of my mind for a while. Several months ago, I stumbled upon Smith Magazine’s Six-Word Memoirs “Not quite what I was planning” web site. I couldn’t think of anything at the time and I surfed right on by.
But last night, I woke up at 2 something with weird election dreams filling my head and a rat terrier trapping my legs in the blankets. And there it was. The memoir.
Never grew up. Never settled down.
Could this have had anything to do with the fitful dreams?