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, March 18, 2012

My favorite book

I could narrow it down to the top twenty per Genre, but it is hard to pick just one. I can see them clamoring around,

Pick me, pick me.  What about me?   That summer in Boston,when you read me through cover to cover  twice!

When you are sick, you reach for me... I am your favorite.        Me me!  I am dog eared and written in.  I got post it notes.  

Vut about me, you read me in German.

I went backpacking with you! and i was heavy..

You are such a book slut,  How could you forget how much I meant to you?.  You don't read me anymore,  but I meant everything to you once.


Childhood, Little Women.  Hands down winner.  Second Place goes to Alice in Wonderland.  Third place, the Bobbsey twins.

Middle years.   Anything by Dickens,  and a special nod to Gone with the Wind.  Anything and everything science fiction

Young adult,   Thackeray's Vanity Fair.   mhm.  Hotel New Hampshire,  John Irving's works simply brilliant.

Adult.  Kristen Lavransdatter,  Rex stouts work,  PG Wodehouse.  huge favorites of mine 

but all above them all is Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice.   Simply the best novel written in our time.
So readable.  I've read it over and over and over.  It is without flaw.  I know it by heart, but it still delights me.  I want to read it on my death bed.  






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  1. SharonMarch 19, 2012 at 12:13 AM

    Nice! Love the flair and the first person talking books. Clever and honest!

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