One Minute Writer: Six-word Saturday.

The challenge today was to describe your life in six-words.

I love the six-word challenge and have done it before. Here are a couple that I've come up with that describe my life today:

- I'm doing better than I deserve.
- I'm choosing love. No more fear.
- Life's too short to regret. Live.

If you've got a minute (and you do), describe your life in six words in the comments.

One Minute Writer: Hindsight

You've never been as wise or as foolish as you've suspected you are.

One Minute Writer: Discipline.

Throughout the school year, I would get up early every morning and run. Just put on some sweats and my running shoes and go.

And, I'd go and go and go.

Now, I go maybe twice a week -- not nearly as much as I used to, or nearly as much as I'd like to -- but, without classes, it's a struggle to find a reason to be out of bed so early and, by the time I finally stir, the temperatures and humidity are too unbearable.

I miss it.

One Minute Writer: Mail

"Dearest Emma,

"I would like you to know that all of the things that you've done -- all of the things that you've felt guilt for, all of the things you blame yourself for, and all of the things that you've kept hidden, those things in the darkness inside of yourself that you're afraid to peer into too deeply -- they're all forgiven. All of them. Your slate is clean.

"Love always,

"God"

One Minute Writing: Hill

Life isn't so much a hill as it is a cliff. Going up is hard and, often, fraught with risk but, the more effort you give, the better the view and the more accomplishment you feel looking back at where you've been.

Going down seems far easier, whether you choose the slow descent or the easy freefall. But reaching the darkness at the bottom leaves you either broken and dying or licking your wounds, resting yourself, and looking for a hand-hold to climb back out.

One Minute Writer: Storm (Friday Fiction)

The wind-driven rain pounded on the window as hot white bolts gave light to the darkened sky outside. The thunder rumbled so loudly that it felt as though the bed itself were shaking. I nustled back against him, tangled together in the sheets, safe from the howling night outside.

One Minute Writer: Relative.

I don't have a great relationship with many of my relatives. The ones who are older than me -- parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles -- don't understand me. I'm not sure that they ever have. There is a hint of scorn and judgement hidden in their eyes that I've never been able to happily endure for long.

My brothers understand me, to a degree. They are more accepting of whom I am and of the choices I make, even if they disagree. But their disagreements with the things I do and their interest in protecting me from people I don't need protection from would likely prevent us from co-existing under the same roof anymore.

George, however, doesn't look at me with anything but happiness.

He is nothing but smiles when I come in the room. Giggles and gurgles and big belly laughs. I'm sure I could never replace his mother, and I'm certainly not ready to be anyone's mother myself, but it still set my heart ablaze when his parents asked me to be his god-mother. It's too bad he lives so far away.