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

How to Join:

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

Featured Five Minute Friday:

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! Hop on over and visit some folk who make fireworks in just five minutes. They inspire me.

What They’re Saying:

I also have some Five Minute Friday stories from participants I love to share each week – I can never get over the community that has grown up over a five minute writing exercise.

This one’s from Leigh Kay:

These Fridays – these one-word pushes into the recesses of our minds – this joining of hands, keyboards and hearts among much else….they enliven me. It awoke something that I try, without realizing, to keep deeply discarded. You see, I constantly feel as if I have no voice worth using. That I have nothing new to speak. No wisdom yet to be heard. My perspective, tiredly ordinary. My life, mundanely passing…  In 5 minutes rediscover why He built me so. Why words move mountains of walls within me. Why prose stirs my very breath from stagnant ignoring. I deny portions of myself so often. It is writing that brings me back to my identity in Him.

You all are the special sauce. Got a FMF story you want to share with us? Email me.

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..

Oh and Ahem, if you would take pity and turn off comment verification, it would make leaving some love on your post that much easier for folks!

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



We promised we’d be there for his first grade Thanksgiving lunch. And we were. I nearly forgot. I’ve been nearly forgetting about it all week. But I arrived before Peter and we met in the entrance to the school like two kids on a date. In the cafeteria. Over mashed potatoes and gravy. Jackson smiles and his glasses glow. How does that boy generate so much beauty. It’s like his insides light up his outsides and we all are pulled into his orbit. Seven and still not embarrassed to hold both of us by hand – kiss me on the lips – throw his arms in wild greeting around my waist. The cafeteria lady smiles. The checkout lady grins. And this boy of ours can’t sit close enough to us one parent on each side. The little boy across from me is crying. Quietly watching us as big tears creak down his face. It’s awful. I want to get up and move my chair closer to his when he tells the table he misses his mom. All these parents and kids and one boy alone. We close ranks. We ask him what’s on his sandwich. We admire his Tranformers lunch box. We try to throw our love at him and hope that some of it will stick. And Jackson finishes Pete’s mashed potatoes and Morgan finishes his sentences and we all laugh our way around to dry eyes. All this good and wonder that is part of being seven. Until it’s time to line up and Jack asks us to stay. To walk him back to class. And we do.


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