When last did you write for fun?

Not to impress anyone, not for blog hits or comments or Pinterest pins?

When last did you just write?

On Fridays over here a group of people who love to go all out buck wild for the fun of the written word gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

If you have writer’s block – we have the cure <—click to tweet this!

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:





Telling people how you’re really doing takes coming out of the nooks and crannies of your own life. Brush off that thing you didn’t do and that insecurity you were comfortably hiding behind and open your mouth to say what you really mean, not what you think they really wanted to hear.

Funny how sometimes they turn out to be the same thing.

Some women want to know. They want to know more than what car you drive and where you get your nails done. They want to bear down with you as we labor over real connection.

It can be uncomfortable to say the least.

We can stumble over our words and the shoes we choose to wear. We can wilt against walls – awkward flowers.

But if we’re willing to test the waterproof mascara and tell it like we live it, not like we wish we lived it, then maybe we can meet in the middle.

We can dish up another slice of that cake and feed the kids Cheerios while we feed ourselves what was missing yesterday.

Who understands a 10 day course of child laxative treatments better than another mother. Give us a green park bench at the edge of a basketball court behind and a jungle gym in front and we will laugh ourselves into embarrassing our kids. And we won’t care.

We’ll just keep remembering the insanity that is the ordinary every dayness of motherhood when there’s so much diarrhea only a pizza box is large enough to try and corral it. And no, I didn’t just say that out loud.

But maybe I did. Because if you looked over my shoulder that would be my real. Days of laundry cycles on “heavy” and large doses of Oxiclean.

But my how we laughed at the side of the elementary school on Tuesday and it spilled over into the rest of my week.

All that real.



PS: Meet Wolfie, the latest addition to our family. 10 week old Beagle mix pup we adopted and love and did I mention lurrrrv?

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