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!

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

THE LOVE OF SHARING OR NOT

THE LOVE OF SHARING OR NOT
(names have been changed to protect the innocent)

One day, my youngest daughter BJ came running in the house. Mom…mom… BJ screamed, the neighbor girl ran over a mouse outside with her bike. I, being curious went outside to see what she was talking about…Eeeegads… Is that thing ugly! Had to be half dead if it got run over. I picked it up and brought it in the house. Checked it over very carefully... Hmmm…what is this creature??? Never seen anything like this. It is totally hairless... 1 head, 4 legs, 1 stomach and a loooong skinny very hairless tail.
Eyes are tightly shut…very wrinkly…hairless……eeeegads…ugly!
But, it was breathing so this meant it needed attention.
We were getting ready to go camping the following weekend so I asked my friend Sharon to tend to this creature, which by now we figured was a baby squirrel. Well, we named him Tippie since we figured he either tipped out of the tree or a jealous sibling gave him a boost. In the latter case, we could have named him Booster…

We had to set our clocks for 4 hour interval feedings which were with a syringe and after each feeding we had to stimulate Tippie for fear of him exploding.


Off Tippie went…a weekend retreat with Sharon and her family…a hubby, 3 kids, a doberman, pug, and 3 cats.


Sharon fell in love with Tippie as so did I but I had to hand him over to Sharon while we went camping.

When we arrived home from our camping weekend, I called Sharon to bring Tippie back. She fell even more in love with him and decided to keep him. Her husband MJ hated the idea but I shared. When she would shower, Tippie was right in her hands lathering along.

Days, weeks, months went by and Sharon let Tippie have the run of the house. Tippie must have been lonely one day and we all know that squirrels like to chew on wood. Well, Tippie didn’t just chew on the woodwork, but also on MJ’s solid oak six foot beautiful handcrafted gun cabinet. I’m glad I shared. Was this the end of Tippie??? Heck no… MJ was ticked, but that didn’t matter. Tippie still was able to run loose inside the house…til one day one of Sharon’s kids broke a basement window. Tippie decided to venture the outdoors. Sharon was on her way to work one day and there lies Tippie underneath the bridge…just about as flat as the day we found him but this time he was not breathing. Hmmmm second thought…maybe I shouldn’t have shared.

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