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!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Tenaciousness

I cling hard to my principles.  My son was trying to pry me off of my stand that he was to stay inside and not go out due to drug use with his peers.   He whined, he wheedled. He threatened dire consequences.  He called me names, he pounded on the locked door that I had retreated behind.  He went at it over and over again for several hours.  I held firm and played pool with my buddy Reese.  He finally settled down and accepted the situation.  He apologized and gave me a hug.

When I have something hard to do, like commando parenting or sitting at the dentist, I reward myself with something special.  Yesterday that was buying a prezzie for my big sis Reese who sat by me during the siege.

She got mail.  Corny funny messages written in spite of the chaos seeping under the door.  Reese loves and collects tools.   Jigsaws and tile cutters delight her.  I gave her a straight edge and a can of fill paint. She went off to master them.  Circles were made into bears.  Squares became buildings. She kept at it for several hours.  


JC came back home with precious prizes.  His students placed three times.   He was over the moon and walking 10 feet tall.  His students rocked it.  He had given them his all.  He clung to his principles and it paid off.



You can't stop people from being who they are. You might deflect us for a moment, but we will right ourselves and go on.
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