The other day at dinner/Bible reading (yes, supper still lasts for like four hours at my house. Okay, well, that's a slight exaggeration--it's more like two hours) we were reading Hosea 14. We got as far as verse 2 before we digressed wildly (as we are often wont to do).
"'Take with you words, and return to the Lord'--hey, Joanne, this should be your verse!"
That was my dad, who in the split second it took to read the first eight words of the verse decided that when I write a memoir (because, you know, why not), I should call it "Take With You Words."
Honestly, it sounds like a good idea to me. Not that I'm planning on writing a memoir any time soon (or ever), but if I do, at least I have a title.
It's a start.
(PS, not to toot my own horn or anything but I'll be honest--I've read memoirs before and thought that even within my limited 25 years of life I've probably acquired enough stories to write a more interesting memoir than some of them that are out there. And for whatever stories I don't have, I could totally just write random things I thought about. I could do this thing, people. I'm not going to, but I could!)
(PPS, NO PICTURE TODAY. I'm such a little rebel.)
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