Hands: #FiveMinuteFriday

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He takes my hand in his and give me a quick peck on the cheek. I am used to this. Being surrounded by Latinos regularly for the past five years has allowed me to adapt to their culture. To love it even. Perhaps that is why he does it. Perhaps he has adopted a culture different from his own.

My skin looks like alabaster against the chocolate of his but it is true that if we both bled it would be red. But his blood? It would flow with an incurable virus.

It is this sickness flowing through his veins that makes him wear layers of sweaters in the Florida heat. Always cold this "sick boy." You can see on his skin that he is not well and his eyes confirm the story.

But on Memorial Day a group of us sat around a table spread with home cooked fare. Caucasians, Latinos, Asians, African Americans. And the table made us equal. Food is a great equalizer. If you are sick you can come to the table and feel like one made well. If you are an outcast you come to the table and feel welcomed.

And as hands brush in the passing of platters and bowls you remember that we are all human and everyone needs a life with the table at it's center.

"On Fridays we write. And sometimes it goes all over the place and we let it. We get messy and real and sometimes we cry and sometimes we laugh but we get it done week after week. We show up and write free. 

Five minutes on one prompt. We silence the critic and the audience, we make peace with our mistakes, and our word tense that goes in and out when we type fast. We don't overthink or edit or make a fuss. We just believe words spilled are worth something even if they come out like madness." -Alia Joy

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On Fridays we write. And sometimes it goes all over the place and we let it. We get messy and real and sometimes we cry and sometimes we laugh but we get it done week after week. We show up and write free.
Five minutes on one prompt. We silence the critic and the audience, we make peace with our mistakes and our word tense that goes in and out when we type fast. We don’t overthink or edit or make a fuss. We just believe words spilled are worth something even if they come out like madness. Join us?
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On Fridays we write. And sometimes it goes all over the place and we let it. We get messy and real and sometimes we cry and sometimes we laugh but we get it done week after week. We show up and write free.
Five minutes on one prompt. We silence the critic and the audience, we make peace with our mistakes and our word tense that goes in and out when we type fast. We don’t overthink or edit or make a fuss. We just believe words spilled are worth something even if they come out like madness. Join us?
- See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/#sthash.Tg2X4SF1.dpuf

On Fridays we write. And sometimes it goes all over the place and we let it. We get messy and real and sometimes we cry and sometimes we laugh but we get it done week after week. We show up and write free. Five minutes on one prompt: this week is : Nothing. We silence the critic and the audience, we make peace with our mistakes and our word tense that goes in and out when we type fast. We don’t overthink or edit or make a fuss. We just believe words spilled are worth something even if they come out like madness. Join us?  We’re at Lisa Jo’s, and we need your story.   - See more at: http://www.narrowpathstohigherplaces.com/five-minute-friday-nothing/#sthash.EMrC3irP.dpuf