All posts written as part of the Five Minute Friday group.

Five Minute Friday – LIFT

It’s Friday again! Every Friday, I join a special group of writers to write for FIVE MINUTES on a one-word prompt. No editing. No revising. Just WRITE. This week, the word is LIFT! Go! //

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Lift 1I REMEMBER THE PANIC. Strange shoes, strange clothes, strange hands. I couldn’t see anything else past the press of bodies around me. Random faces looked down in pity, but that didn’t help still my racing heart.

Then the gentle arms of a kind, old grandpa courageously lifted me up past the crowd, and I could see her. “Mommy!” She turns in relief. I was found. Read more

Five Minute Friday – HAPPY

It’s Friday again! Every Friday, I join a special group of writers to write for FIVE MINUTES on a one-word prompt. No editing. No revising. Just WRITE. This week, the word is HAPPY! Go!

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I’m sick. I’m so sick. What a week to be writing about “happy.” Not even smiling pancakes can make me happy today. The sniffling, the aching, the coughing, the headache, the scratchy throat, the chills, the noise.  Just shoot me now. Or in the words of my daughter, “I can’t even…”

Or maybe I can. Read more

Five Minute Friday – HIDDEN

Every Friday, I join a special group of writers to write for FIVE MINUTES on a one-word prompt. No editing. No revising. Just WRITE. This week, the word is HIDDEN! Go!

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Yes, I have Hidden talent – hiding behind a strong and talented husband. Often stepping back and content to let others shine. Why? What are my excuses? Am I simply busy with mom duties? Or more likely, fear of failure. Fear of rejection. Don’t want to compete, so I never voice the desire to shine.

Yes, I have Hidden pain – My kids are growing and leaving home. Why does no one tell you that food will lose its flavour for 3 months when they leave? Hidden pain because I don’t want them to feel bad for reaching for their destiny and purpose. Their success is my hidden pain because I miss them. I miss her. I will miss him next year. But I will hide my  pain because I love them and want the best for them.

Yes, I have Hidden beauty – something I have grown into, gradually. We grow, we learn, we invest. And we value our beauty more and more as we begin to believe in our identity. Oh, that we would all have someone in our life who gently says “Rise up, princess.” Read more