Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Teaching Amy How to Drive.

"Wow, Rosie! You sounded so tiny on the phone..." Amy said after seeing Rosie for the first time.  Rosie was used to this because her voiced is pitched so high and small, that people mistake her for a child.   A child she ain't.  A well fed Midwestern farm gal that looked like she could help birth cows and pull a plow without much help, she is.

Amy suddenly felt svelte and trim.

After hugs and meals and settling into the house and letting Cameron run around with Shaun, with Danny watching them,  the girls were ready to get down to business.



Okay, Okay, you got your learners permit. that is good. But you won't need it today.  We won't be leaving the driveway till tomorrow.  We are going to sit in the car and work all the buttons and wiggle the steering wheel and talk and talk.  Maybe we will turn the car on and listen to the radio a bit.  Play with the moonroof. Play a few youtube videos.







Adjust the seats.  And adjust the mirrors.



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