It’s a #FiveMinuteFriday free write flash mob! <—click to tweet this!

Where a beautiful crowd spends five minutes all writing on the same topic and then sharing ’em over here.

Want to know how Five Minute Friday got started and how to participate? All the details are here.

And every week I’ll pick a post that caught my eye and share it down there in my side bar – see where it says “Featured Five Minute Friday”? Yea -that could be you!

I also have some Five Minute Friday stories from readers I’m going to start sharing with you each week – they’ve meant so much to me and really, they’re because of you. So thank you – for loving on each other so well.

This one’s from Tiffany who blogs at Raising Paityn:

One FMF that was especially meaningful for me was last year’s prompt on “Loss.” It was posted during July, which is the anniversary month of the miscarriage of my first child.  I had been grieving that week but unable to really find an outlet, and when I saw that prompt, I felt such a peace about sharing my storyI received so many words of comfort, but even more importantly, so many women commented that they had experienced a loss, as well, and found healing in my words.  It’s still one of my most popular posts, and I appreciate it because I think it is something women are silent about in their grief.  I am thankful that your prompt encouraged me to share because it not only helped me, but it helped other mamas, too.

Thank you. Thank you beautiful Five Minute Friday community for loving on Tiffany! Got a FMF story you want to share – just shoot me an email thegypsymama1(at)gmail(dot)com.

Now, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

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




Here I am.

Don’t even need to stand on tippy toes anymore to see 40. I feel it coming all breezy and determined to place me in my skin and own that zipcode of wrinkles. My lines are my legacy – I have laughed so much.

This place and time and country and children. We are here and we love each other better each day. Even when the nights are a hamster wheel of kids out of bed, there is space in the chaos for me to lean against Peter and ask him why he loved me today. The question I’ve been asking him since I was 21. Every day, he answers with something new that grows my roots even deeper right here and now.

We lean into that leather sofa that made the trek from South Africa with us and we’re home. In our choices, our lessons, our prayers. There is always time for cookie dough ice cream.

And then the dog lunges at my lap and I yell and candles flicker in the faux fire place.

Now it’s midnight except that it’s two in the afternoon and we’re alone again and Michigan is full of memories and that middle baby boy. And Virginia beckons and we step through the looking glass bringing with us a piece of the South African puzzle. Jackson blinks blue eyes and six years later he has a baby sister. Goldilocks steps into my fairytale and here I am the mother who loves her children even when she’s yelling at them for that stain on the new ottoman cover.

Here I exhale.

Here I build.

Here I pray.

Walking slowly so I don’t miss the view.


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