#FiveMinuteFriday – Where everybody knows your name –>click to tweet.

Where a beautiful crowd spends five minutes all writing on the same topic and then sharing ’em over here. It’s like free writing therapy for the tongue-tied, tired, or blocked blogger. And boy are these folks the best.

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 like to share every now and again – I can never get over the community that has grown up over a five minute writing exercise. If you’ve got a story then just shoot me an email.

Because, as it turns out. Writing regularly and for even five minutes stolen here and there during early mornings or late evenings or during nap times and any fringe moments one can carve out can be free therapy for any writer’s soul.

So, let’s do this thing. Let’s write.

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 us your best five minutes on the word:::




There must have been a crack in the universe the day she was born. I can still hear it echoing tonight. She’s wearing pink and purple sandals and her hair in two ponytails wrapped six, seven, eight times around those blonde curls to keep them in. Her nails are chipping my old blue polish and I’m watching her from half-closed eyes on the bed. She’s back and forth and bubbling words and energy and I just want to lie here and watch her out of one eye for, well, forever really.

She’s back and up on the bed and lies down next to me so close her sweet button nose is touching mine. My eyes are closed and I feel tiny palms cup my cheeks and a breathy whisper washes over my cheeks, “wuv you mama.”

Can’t you hear the crack richocett on and on and on from delivery room to eighteen and I never want her to stop cupping my life in her hands.

Baby girl with the blue almond eyes, I carry you in my heart. This tired old mama of yours is locked up tight in the secret whispers we share every night between bath time and bed time and I will make you chocolate chip cookies tomorrow.


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