by Lisa-Jo | May 25, 2012 | Five Minute Friday, Rabid fear of parenting, Raising Boys
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids. On...
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by Lisa-Jo | May 4, 2012 | Five Minute Friday, Motherhood, Raising Boys
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...
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by Lisa-Jo | Apr 20, 2012 | Blogging, Five Minute Friday, Love me my man, Raising Boys
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids. On...
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by Lisa-Jo | Mar 27, 2012 | Family, Kids, Motherhood, Raising Boys, Sweetstuff, The ordinary extraordinary
“So,” he asks me. “What did you do today?” And I think about lists checked off and conference calls and the crock pot I had to run through the dishwasher and still rinse out by hand. I think about the four rooms that I vacuumed and the EBook...
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by Lisa-Jo | Mar 23, 2012 | Five Minute Friday, Kids, Motherhood, Raising Boys
UPDATED: Hey gang, my humblest apologies for the misbehaving linky today. I heard they had a crash on their server and we’re all feeling the ripple effects. But the linky elves are trying to fix it and I hope it will be back to behaving properly again soon. In...
by Lisa-Jo | Mar 7, 2012 | Callings, Faith, Family, Kids, Motherhood, Raising Boys
It occurs to me how much I miss on the days when I’m frustrated. On the days when I hurry them through brushing teeth and climbing bunk bed ladders and demands for just one more sip of water. On evenings when I rush and mutter and long for the solace of bed and...
