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!

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Tolerance...I can relate to that.

Tolerance…I can relate to that.
For instance:
I take my daughter BJ to the VFW every Wednesday night to play bingo. The people that work the bingo are all volunteers. Most of them are well in their 80’s…except this one chic…her name is Mary. Mary doesn’t deserve that name as she is very much NOT worthy of it.
My BJ has a bingo guy named Chuck. They sit next to each other and make googly eyes at each other. BJ doesn’t have a whole lot of friends as she has a disability. She does have a lot of family that adores and loves her. Mary loves getting under BJ’s skin and would play up to Chuck in hopes of getting BJ jealous. Well, it works every time.
Two Wednesdays ago was Ash Wednesday. Now we all know that I am a catholic girl. BJ and I went to church and received ashes on our forehead in the shape of a cross. As a rule, you are not suppose to wipe it off…it is to rub off on its own. After mass, we went to bingo. Mary is a volunteer there and she took ashes from a cigarette and put them on her forehead. My brother told her that it is not right to do that. She ignored him.
Last week Mary pointed her finger at BJ and in ears distance, she told my BJ that she stunk. (BJ does put perfume on heavy at times). BJ’s feelings were quite hurt. I did not know this until we arrived home. The perfume BJ was wearing was a gift from a lady friend that we play bingo with for Christmas. BJ told Tootie that she smelled good one night and Tootie bought BJ that same perfume.
Mary is such a disrespectful person!!! She is looking at jail time for wrong doings!!! Awwwe!
I have overlooked so much of what she has done. The reason I don’t say anything is because the VFW needs people to work the bingo and can’t afford to have her quit. I can’t replace her because of my health issues BUT one of these days I am not going to tolerate her anymore!!! There…I feel better already.
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  1. SharonMarch 20, 2012 at 3:39 PM

    Love the slice of real life. Thanks for sharing that.

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