Forever Young: 02/03/12

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!

Friday, February 3, 2012

1991

Mrs. S's class.. 4th grade.. names in chalk.. check check check
...ugh but she said to help the other kids!
remember when we wrote that sex book.. and my mom found it?
...prom, man we had our hands full!

and then life happened.

i will miss you, friend
though we hadnt talked in over a year
im so glad that the last time we spoke,
i shared with you
how grateful i was for your friendship..
that had you not dragged me to audition for choir our sophomore year..
i would not be where i am today.

you gave so much, and now, you are gone.

Used up my veto power once today.

My husband just dragged a wet alley cat home. It is a mess, a $3,000 mess. It is a worn out 2000 Ford SUV. they had to replace the water pump in it, it is filthy as heck, and the wife smoked in it. The carpets have had food spilled on it, it has 125,000 miles on it and it smells of spilled anti freeze. The paint on the hood has deflecked from being stored outside in the Florida heat, the steering wheel has the decals smudged off, leaving mawing holes where the buttons are supposed to be. The power windows don't all work.

I gave it my blessing, because we need a new(er) car and he works hard and it's all we can truly afford. Its a nice pretty color green, and the seat feels nice. It takes CD's. :/

Just once, I would like to not be making the best of a bad situation.

Time passes...

woo hoo he didn't buy it!!