Making Words Work for You
This blog is my life in a nutshell. Some accounts are true. Others are fictionalized. All are written with humor. Grab your favorite beverage and enjoy!
I write letters to Ellen DeGeneres. No particular reason. Just because I can. Dear Ellen, Last week my kids celebrated their 100th day of school. You know what that means? That means there are less than 80 days left of school before summer. via GIPHY The 100th day of school fell on a …
If you’re new to this series, please read this first. Earlier this week I finished reading Genesis. One book down. 65 to go. As I mentioned in Blogging the Bible, I’m using this book for the study guide. As a writer, I’m very big on citing my sources. The last thing I’d ever want …
I write letters to Ellen DeGeneres. No particular reason. Just because I can. Dear Ellen, Earlier this month, we celebrated the loss of the six-year-old’s first tooth. The tooth had been loose for a while and was really bothering her. My husband gave her an apple to eat and out it came. There was a …
I have no idea where to begin. Guess that means I’ll start at the beginning. via GIPHY My Not-So-Great Childhood Experience with Christianity I was born and raised Lutheran. I lived most of my childhood in Ohio. Keeping the tradition of our faith, my mother enrolled my sister and I in a youth …
Dear Diary, This entry is a continuation of my previous entry. I apologize it took so long. As you’re well aware, cats don’t have opposable thumbs making it very difficult to type anything. That means I have to rely on Momma for help and she just couldn’t be bothered to assist me on my schedule. …
I write letters to Ellen DeGeneres. No particular reason. Just because I can. Dear Ellen, Because life hasn’t been crazy enough at the Silver residence, last week the garage attacked me. It was a Tuesday. Tuesday was the same weekday that my husband’s drump truck encounter took place. That’s proof enough that on Tuesdays, the …
Dear Diary, Oh the agony! The upset! The heartache! My happiness and well-being are spiraling downhill. And it’s all Boy-Dadda’s fault. This whole thing started when he got hit by a dump truck. Dumbass! I mean, at first it wasn’t so bad. When he came home from the hospital he kept to himself in the …
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