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

Day 14: Heaven in a Cardboard Box

This largely unedited free-write is linking up with the Write 31 Days Challenge. // indicates the start and stop of five minutes. The prompt word for today is MAIL. Go!

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//  Please Mom… Please send us some toothpaste. Yes, I know there’s toothpaste here, but I can’t find ANYTHING that we like.

Please Mom… Please send us some crackers. I’ve tried every package on the shelf, but NOTHING tastes like home.

Please Mom… Please send us some Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. We keep trying different chocolate bars and they look similar, but they don’t taste the same AT ALL.

Please Mom… Please send us some red licorice. We’ve tried different brands and styles, but we’re ALWAYS so disappointed.

Please Mom… Please send us some Tim Horton’s coffee. I just need to taste HOME again.

Please Mom… We’re desperate.

It’s amazing how certain tastes and smells can trigger a tidal wave of memory and desire. We’d only been in South Africa for three months, and we were doing remarkably well, considering.

But let me tell you, being the MOM on this runaway train was a ride that I wasn’t prepared for.

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Day 7: You Only Have to Win by One!

This largely unedited free-write is linking up with the annual Write 31 Days Challenge. // indicates the start and stop of five minutes. The prompt word for today is TEST. Go!

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// How many of you know that, as a mom, some things NEVER end. Laundry never ends. Cooking never ends. Cleaning never ends.

You know what else never ends?

DEBATING with your child about whether they WILL or WILL NOT obey you.

Yup, I’m sorry to say. It never ends! The debates may change form and become more intelligent, of course, but they are always a part of life.

I have one of those children. (I won’t embarrass him by naming him out loud, but let’s just say he wasn’t the firstborn.) Up until that point, I had never met a child more stubborn. There were days when it didn’t matter if I was asking him to eat candy, the answer would still be “no.”

I remember once being in Swiss Chalet while on holiday in Ontario, and he was absolutely refusing to eat his supper.

What? Are you kidding me? You are starving and this is your favourite! Chicken, rice, and corn. Why won’t you eat it?”  

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Five Minute Friday – COLLECT

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 COLLECT. Go!

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// Sometimes, I hated Saturdays. Yup, it’s true.

Not all of Saturday; just the mornings, really. Of course, Saturdays were wonderful cuz there was no school, and we could sleep in like every other teenager around.

But Saturdays were “chore days.” And before we could truly have any fun, my brother and I had to finish our chores. His was easy―vacuuming. Mine was cleaning bathrooms (unpleasant, but tolerable) and

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