I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday (this week the topic is DISAGREE) where we’re given a prompt and write for five minutes about it. I vacillate between the mostly-unspoken message I learned as a child (there are some things we just don’t talk about—politics and religion being two of
Friday morning. Before my first sip of soy milky frothy coffee, I watch in wonder as the first golden rays of the sun rising kiss the world where we live. I stand at the window transfixed by the grace of a deer wandering in our front yard. My eyes are drawn up as two Canada
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s POSSIBILE) and write for five minutes about it. We did it. We survived something we never dreamed possible: lived through a year like none other in our lifetime, one fraught with deep potholes and crazy
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s SUNRISE) and write for five minutes about it. Sequestered, as I am at this time of year, under a Sherpa blanket and with a sleeping Yorkie on my lap here in the den with its south-facing
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s BEYOND) and write for five minutes about it. It’s one of those words with subtle nuances in meaning, depending on whether it’s used as a preposition, adverb, or noun. This morning, I’m considering it in terms
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s GRIEF and write for five minutes about it. The entire world is grieving and, as anyone who has experienced grief knows, there’s no straight line through it. We long for the deep pain we feel to
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s BACK and write for five minutes about it. It’s the last full day of Camp G and G. It’s been a fun-filled couple of weeks with bowling, theatre intensive, scavenger hunts, star gazing, ice cream,
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s WILLING) and write for five minutes about it. I’m sitting in bed reading. The door leading from our bedroom to the deck is open. Cool fresh morning air fills the room and birdsong is the first
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s MORE) and write for five minutes about it. I wake from a dream in which I’m being courted for a job. It’s a good job—the kind of business analyst type work I used to do, and
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s SEARCH) and write for five minutes about it. Search. The word speaks me to my adoptee experience, and the fact that I’ve always searched. Once, I searched, in vain, the faces of people I encountered
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s BUILD) and write for five minutes about it. In the corporate world there was a principle meant to remind you not to get too busy or lose focus, lest you get to the top of the