Tag Archives: DPchallenge
Five Minute Friday — Lose/Rest
I blinked my eyes and skipped past not one, but two Five Minute Friday assignments. It may be tricky, but I am going to attempt to incorporate the two prompt words — the very non-similar LOSE and REST — in … Continue reading
Five Minute Friday — Want
I’m back for another Five Minute Friday rambling on, as has become my custom, Saturday. Five Minute Friday is a discipline where independent writers join together at Kate Motaung’s site — Heading Home — to transform thoughts on a specific … Continue reading
Miracles from Heaven
Someone asked me this morning what I do when I’m in Maine. Well, one thing is go to the movies. I mean, with a $4 matinee, how could you go wrong? I did just that yesterday, going to see Miracles … Continue reading
Five Minute Friday — Haven
It’s Saturday. Time for Five Minute Friday. Under Kate Motaung’s direction (http://katemotaung.com/2016/06/02/five-minute-friday-haven/), a hundred or so bloggers rally around a themed word and, well, write for five minutes. No rules. No backtracks. Nothing profound. Not perfect. Just five minutes of … Continue reading
Five Minute Friday — Expect
Here’s this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday. This week’s prompt is EXPECT. The timer is set … so here goes. {clock starts now} It’s Saturday. Did you really expect a Five Minute Friday on Friday? Seriously, I was told … Continue reading
Five Minute Friday — Grow
Are we ready for some writing? That’s right, it’s time for Five Minute Friday on, of course, Saturday. Here I gather with other talented writers to share our free-range thoughts on a specific prompt word for five minutes {more or … Continue reading
Five Minute Friday — Pass
I played hooky yesterday and headed to the Jersey shore for some re-centering. So, naturally, my Five Minute Friday assignment — which I usually post on Saturday {you have to know me to understand} — has been pushed to Sunday. … Continue reading
My Crazy Kids
When I finally got to move to Maine, albeit on a temporary basis, my children were, well, less than enthusiastic. Somehow they did not think I could take care of myself — especially my daughters. To ease their minds, I … Continue reading
