Five Minute Friday

Five minutes of writing based on Lisa-Jo Baker’s writing prompts.

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Heroes to me are people that see a need and fill it. The first person I think of is my friend Sher. She has an uncanny ability to see the invisible people. She inspires me to slow down and realize that a lot of the fuzzy blurry obstacles in my life are actually people who

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Family tree is where my brain goes first. I’m becoming a bit of a genealogy geek lately. I inherited a trove of boxes of papers from my Grandfather, Robert Forman and I think he would be proud of what I have done with it so far. I have been back and forth with my desire

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Hm. As an introvert, this word at first makes me uncomfortable. Claustrophobic. There’s good together and bad together. Togetherness can be cozy – like how I feel when J4 and I are in a really good conversation during a long car ride where we can just talk and there’s no pressure to be or do

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Oh laundry. It’s one of those things that just must happen, and therefore marks the passage of time. Days of plenty and days of want. 🙂 I feel so blessed when the sock drawer is full. Just wish it would do itself. I’m grateful to no longer have to haul bags of it to the

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Red. Well this one is easy. It’s J5’s favorite color and his self-appointed Nickname. “RedBird” to be exact, as in the main “iconic” character in the Angry Birds family. We all have been given Angry Bird names. Matilda, Bomb, Chuck, Stella and the Blues, Balloon and Boomerang. There were whole weeks where J5 would only

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Ooh. This is a tough one. Worship is a loaded word. It’s an event. A required meeting during academy days. The part of the church service where you sing and stand. Something you do to idols in error. Something you sing about. It’s adoring fans. It’s bowing and offering sacrifice. It’s something I have avoided

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I started to clear my mind to focus on this word I’ve chosen to free my mind and words on, and became unexplicably sad. Sad that there are “lasts”. This mortal life has firsts and lasts. Unless you believe there’s more later, but even then, you cannot revisit any moment, and thus this will always

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Quiet is how I recharge. At least some of the time. Well, it’s how I heal. Recharge takes music. My music. Quiet is not usually possible in a home with a child (an awake one anyway). I am currently listening to my 7yo impersonate Dr. Doofenschmirtz (sp?). “Behold, the bomb-circuit-inator!!!” while his Mario Bros. music