Years ago I stumbled upon this blogging project called Five Minute Friday hosted by Lisa Jo Baker. The idea was for bloggers to set a timer and write their loveful hearts out for five minutes without editing or overthinking. Then the hard part: hit publish on whatever they just created. As a constant editor, I found it awful and freeing. Five Minutes are not many minutes. And the first five are not usually my favorite. That time is the outline, the rough draft, the “turn my thoughts into something I can start to work with.” But it’s also probably the realest part. It’s the part where I’m feeling whatever it…
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Five Minute Friday: See
I don’t want to miss this. This is the dinner-slapped-together time. The getting-to-bed-too-late time. The change-his-outfit-again time. This is the period we will look back on with smiles and remember with joy. Her smell, the way his nose crinkles when he smiles, her messy knot of hair in the back. These are the days I want to tell their future selves about. The days they won’t remember, but the days they’ll want to hear. These are the days I am tired. The days I feel done. The days I wonder what I was thinking yesterday when I thought I had this. These are the days I run into the bathroom…
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5 Minute Fridays | Small
Can I just smell you in? Can I just feel your cheek against mine and the warmth of your breathe on my neck? Can I hold you tight and breathe in the smell of your hair, salty and a little matted from a long night’s rest? You are so beautiful… You are so precious and unique and the way your eyes move under your eyelids is mesmerizing. I am caught up in your you-ness, dear ones. And I wonder, can I keep you here a little while? Can you snuggle with me and make your noises, ask your questions, give your spontaneous hugs and kisses for a while longer? Because…
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Five Minute Friday: Jump
Here are the rules (please join in!): 1. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt “After” with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing. 2. Link back to Lisa-Jo’s and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in her blog’s footer}. 3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard. GO It’s scary from so high and the times you leapt before are stuck in your head with stubborn surety. The same arms that promise to catch you have let you fall before so you are hesitant to do it again. But there is…
