For the new folks around these parts, I should probably tell you about Fridays.

So, here’s the skinny: every Friday for over a year hundreds of people have joined a kind of writing flash mob over here.

Five Minute Friday free write with

We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that I post here at 1 minute past midnight EST ever Friday. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FMFParty (short for Five Minute Friday party). In fact, starting at around 10pm EST on Thursday you’ll find a lot of writers hanging out and chatting on Twitter with this hashtag.

No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.

Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

It started because I’d been thinking about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And I figured, why not take 5 minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.

So now on Fridays a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write without worrying if it’s just right gather to share what five minutes buys them. While the kids are changing into their swim suits, while the pop corn is popping, while the dog is outside doing his business, while the show cuts to commercial. Just five minutes.

Your words. This shared feast.

How to Join:

It’s easy to join in, just:

  1. Check what the prompt is on my blog.
  2. Write a post in only five minutes on that topic on your blog (or in the comments if you don’t have a blog).
  3. Link over here and invite friends to join in.
  4. Select the permalink to your post {so not your blog url but your post url }
  5. Using the blue linky tool at the bottom of my Five Minute Friday post enter your link.
  6. It will also walk you through selecting which photo you want to show up in the linky.
  7. Your post will show up in our Five Minute Friday linky.
  8. Be sure and encourage the person who linked up before you!

Our most important requirement for participation: There’s really only one absolute, no ifs, ands or buts about it Five Minute Friday rule: you must 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.

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.

So, now be brave, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.

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


Five Minute Friday free write hosted by


And there are things I think are important. Things that are important. All those boxes that haven’t been unpacked yet (more to come on that later). All those floors that haven’t been swept, those carpets that haven’t been vacuumed, that hamster that hasn’t been fed. I have a long line of check marks waiting to make their way onto my list.

She’s following me around. Bumbling over my feet. Getting in my way. I’m busy and my head is full of all the things. And she’s humming behind me, dragging a collection of dolls in my wake and slowing me down.

That sweet  curly-haired two year old I sweated to deliver. Lisping her way through the hand motions of her favorite Sunday School songs and me stuck on the chorus of making order out of this chaos and cooking dinner and picking up all the wet swimsuits. Again. She has dark blue leggings on and the pink T Shirt that Morgan gave her for her birthday and a while later I notice it’s quiet because she’s given up the chase.

And the kitchen is empty except for me and my stupid, big lists and a baby voice trails out of the bedroom down the hallway. She’s sitting on the pink carpet and singing to her bears, rocking in her little brown chair and I’m missing it. Except that I’m not because it’s never too late and I’m cranking up that radio and that baby girl into my arms till we’re two stepping our way through the house, rock me mama like a wagon wheel and she’s laughing with head flung back and that dimple in her cheek that makes me want to wail with the wonder of having a girl child.

Baby girl, this is your mama distracted and this is your mama forgetful and this is your mama sorry for stupidly choosing the kitchen and this is your mama remembering herself and you and laughing and spinning till we are both so dizzy and beloved and landing in a heap of limbs and forever memories into this chocolate brown sofa and tomorrow.

And tomorrow.

And the day after that.


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