Five Minute Friday: Story

Five Minute Friday: Story

For the new folks around these parts, I should probably tell you about Fridays. So, here’s the skinny: every Friday for over two years hundreds of people have joined a kind of writing flash mob over here. We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that I...
For the ordinary days

For the ordinary days

I’m sitting at the kitchen table and there are 14 years worth of scratches and markers and crayons lived into these planks. There’s an empty teacup and the smell of dirty baby diaper in the air. Boys will be back soon from the skate park with their dad and I haven’t...
Read and be encouraged: links full of wow

Read and be encouraged: links full of wow

After long weeks and too much spaghetti sauce encrusted onto dirty dishes it can be hard to remember that the world is full of wow. And that there are people, women, mothers filling up the Internet with so much amazing grace it makes it easier for the rest of us to...
Five Minute Friday: Broken

Five Minute Friday: Broken

My site has been having troubles on and off for the last two days. I guess you write a post about how Hollywood has jaded our love stories and how you’re reclaiming yours and so many others arrive to say, Amen, that the server can’t quite handle the...
When you think your love story is boring

When you think your love story is boring

“My love life will never be satisfactory until someone runs through an airport to stop me from getting on a flight.” ~Teenager post of the week via the Huffington Post. He drove us all home 18 hours over two days. Three kids and hundreds of miles and potty breaks and...