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!

Monday, April 23, 2012

To Save a Life

My son wasn't getting up this morning to go to school.  The transportation driver came.  She was outside.  He doesn't like school, he doesn't like Mondays.  He had a tough weekend, he had fought a large beefy girl and had a skinned knee and sores and bruises here, here and there.  He had lost/had stolen/sold his bike last night and we were not amused with him.

He wouldn't get up.  I thought about some parenting book I had read decades ago about handling difficult situations with children.   It said.  If they will obey you sometimes, and not others, what's the difference in how you handle it?   An example was made, showing that when you think it's important enough,  you find a way to do it.

So there was my dead weight son, not going to school.   Full of excuses.  "My knee is swollen, I can't walk"

This is a life saving moment.  He has to go to drug rehab and school.  He just has to.  I repeated this to him and nothing else.  You have to go to school.  I was a broken record. 

I took a deep breath and grabbed some of that adrenaline moms reserve for lifting cars off their children and I pulled hard.  I dumped him off his mattress and removed the mattress from the house.  Out it went into the front porch.   He's still clinging to his box spring.  I took another deep breath.  Box springs goes up too. and now he is on the floor.


You have to go to school.  He has his blankie wrapped around him.  I poke him with a broom a few times and decide not to go the smacking route just yet.   I grab his blankie and start pulling him out of his room with it.

I can pull 140 lbs of resisting teen, it turns out.   Because of my determination and the fact that I had the phone in my hand to call the police, because we were about to have a domestic disturbance,  he got up and found that indeed he could walk.
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  1. JCApril 23, 2012 at 8:49 AM

    go Mom!!

    what a way to start the morning!

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  2. reeseApril 23, 2012 at 9:14 AM

    Rosie...
    Wow! You did it...and yes, we can find strength when desperately needed!

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