Six-Word Momoirs

Submissions 1 - 10

Being BIPOLAR doesn't own me...completely.


i envy your big belly, someday


dad died, mom forgot about love


Feel bad for mothers, hate mine.


These breasts aren't yours anymore, hubby.


Rugrats saved my life many times.


Everyone is 18 and I lived.


Learned to read rock and breastfeed


Second son is dream come true.


Had baby never got psych PhD


The Contest Is Over, But …

We enjoyed your submissions so much that we're keeping the project open, in hopes that we'll be able to turn these great stories into a book some day soon. So keep the six-word motherhood experiences coming.

SMITH and TrueMomConfessions.com challenge you to define your motherhood experience in just six words.

Never imagined you'd have to tell your kid to stop biting the dog ("Better mom when someone is looking")? Wondering where your sex life disappeared to ("Boobs in race to hit floor")? Wishing the grape juice was wine ("2am baby shrieking. Husband still snoring")? Every mom on this big, blue marble has a story.

In our new book, Not Quite What I was Planning: Six Word Memoirs from Writers Famous and Obscure, SMITH Magazine offers hundreds of minuscule yet insightful life stories. And now the short, short life story sensation is getting in touch with its maternal instincts.

About The Book

Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous & Obscure collects almost 1,000 six-word memoirs, including additions from many celebrities including Stephen Colbert, Amy Sedaris, Dave Eggers, Aimee Mann, Joan Rivers, and more. Surprisingly addictive, Not Quite is both a moving peek at the minutia of humanity and the most literary toilet reading you'll ever find.

About TrueMomConfessions.com

One year ago, True Mom Confessions Founder Romi Lassally's son projectile vomited on her notoriously difficult to clean sea-grass carpet, and since it was midnight, she left the gross pile on the floor hoping her dog would eat it. The next day, she confessed her dirty domestic secret to a girlfriend, who winced in disgust and applauded her ingenuity. The simple act of confessing to a less-than-perfect motherly moment provided much needed relief, and TMC was born.