"Lost and found, rescued by dog" in Six-Word Memoirs

By Gail Cammero Reilly
Yes, I was one of the "obscure" writers of six-word memoirs. Someone had to be unknown. After all, what were the chances I'd be published in a best-seller with Joyce Carol Oates? I wrote my bio, "Lost and found, rescued by dog." It's now in print. Page 44.












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