Let’s imagine that one day in the not-so-distant future, someone writes a definitive biography about your life. What would be a good title for your biography?
11 thoughts on “Reader Friday: Title Of Your Book Of Life?”
Optimist Writer.
At least I hope so.
This is also the name of the business I founded. 🙂
I like that, Victoria!
The Joy of Metempsychosis: My Life As A Cat
“Started Early, Took My Dog.”
From Emily Dickenson poem…always loved it. It begins:
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me.
But Kate Atkinson got there first, using it as a title for her novel!
From Mo-bahn to Tulee: My Life in a Bi-lingual Family
A Confederate Yankee on Big Papa’s Porch (with apologies to Mark Twain)
In my family we called our granddad “Big Daddy.” Respect! ?
Yeah, or should I say, “Yes, Ma’ am”… 🙂
Dad was Southern Presbyterian from Montgomery, Mom’s Irish Catholic from Philadelphia, and I was born in Queens by fluke of employment, but whisked below the Mason-Dixon before I “loined ta tawk”…
Let’s imagine that one day in the not-so-distant future, someone writes a definitive biography about your life. What would be a good title for your biography?
Optimist Writer.
At least I hope so.
This is also the name of the business I founded. 🙂
I like that, Victoria!
The Joy of Metempsychosis: My Life As A Cat
“Started Early, Took My Dog.”
From Emily Dickenson poem…always loved it. It begins:
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me.
But Kate Atkinson got there first, using it as a title for her novel!
Good one, Kris! I read a nice article on an effort underway to restore Dickinson’s gardens. Evidently during her lifetime she was better known as an amateur naturalist than as a poet. http://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/17/science/emily-dickinson-lost-gardens.html?action=click&pgtype=Homepage&version=Moth-Visible&moduleDetail=inside-nyt-region-2&module=inside-nyt-region®ion=inside-nyt-region&WT.nav=inside-nyt-region
He Never Saw It Coming
From Mo-bahn to Tulee: My Life in a Bi-lingual Family
A Confederate Yankee on Big Papa’s Porch (with apologies to Mark Twain)
In my family we called our granddad “Big Daddy.” Respect! ?
Yeah, or should I say, “Yes, Ma’ am”… 🙂
Dad was Southern Presbyterian from Montgomery, Mom’s Irish Catholic from Philadelphia, and I was born in Queens by fluke of employment, but whisked below the Mason-Dixon before I “loined ta tawk”…
A Calvin and Hobbes Life & A Far Side Death