A year ago Emily M. Lyman died. She was a freshman at Rice Memorial and was a voracious reader and writer. She was a writer with voice, and strength. (Below is something she wrote in 2nd grade.)
Her Mom, Monica, has led an effort to create a book of Emily's work and started with encouraging and gathering art work -- related to Emily's writing -- from people all over. The work is amazing, heard tell, and if you'd like to see it: A public showing of visual art "Inspired by Emily" will be held TODAY from 4 to 6 p.m. at 4 Market St., South Burlington. (google it.) Go and take in the art, the words, and support the Emily M. Lyman Foundation in the process.
The Story of My Hair
By Emily Lyman
Mater Christi School, Grade 2
When I was born, like most babies, I was bald. My hair grew as I turned one and two. Then when I was almost three, I got Leukemia. Leukemia is a type of cancer that affects your blood cells. I went on medication that would help me, but chemotherapy made my hair fall out. It got shorter and shorter until I was bald.
My parents and friends bought me lots of bandanas, wigs, and hats but I didn’t wear any of them. I was only three. I didn’t care if any one saw my bald head. I went to preschool bald and pretty much everywhere bald. Soon my hair grew so it was short and later it grew into thick red curls. I went through one more year of preschool, and then in kindergarten I had a relapse. A relapse is when you have cancer again after the first time.
When I had a relapse, my hair fell out again and once again my parents and friends bought me lots of bandanas, hats, and wigs. Since it was winter, I chose a purple winter hat. I even wore it inside, but then spring came and my head got hot. My friend bought me a blue hat with clouds and a brim. I chose that gift to be my next hat. I wore it through the rest of kindergarten and all through first grade. Now in second grade, I still wear that hat.
My story of hair is different from others but I act like a regular kid. My body looks no different from any other kid’s body and I will always be myself. No matter where I go, I will always be me.Read more »
I bounced up to you
having noticed the snowdrops in your hair
they looked like beautiful crystals
that had fallen from the first snow of the year to stay
to me they suited you
in all their beauty and reflection of the light Read more »
The way the snow falls upon my eyelashes,
the way the cold tickles my nose,
that is the first sign of winter
the wind may nip at your neck or the sun may start to hide
but that is not winter yet Read more »
As I glance over my shoulder
and hear tiny cries for help
I see the perfect snowflake
falling to the ground.
What’s in the snowflake
that glistens in the shy sun? Read more »
Congratulations to Abigail Millard of Perkinsville, Vermont for winning "The Calvin," a writing award sponsored by Vermont's Calvin Coolidge Foundation!
Congratulations also to runner-up Robin Vincent of Sutton, Vermont, and the many other fine writers who submitted their essays for this writing challenge! You can download the winning essays below.
Abigail is a junior at Windsor High School; and Robin is a senior at St. Johnsbury Academy. They were invited to attend the awards banquet in New York City on Nov. 12, where the winning submission was announced. Abigail was awarded $1,500, with $500 to be donated to the teacher of her choice.
YWP's Geoff Gevalt also attended the event and was among the speakers at the dinner.
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YWP Community Members,
We are looking for a handful of active site users and YWP community builders to help us in a HUGE but exciting project: to redesign and rebuild this Web site.
We have some clear ideas and a vision and are putting the final touches on a proposal for some large-scale funding. But we need some of you to help all along the way:
- DESIGN: After the holidays, we are going to pull together a group of users to ideastorm about what the perfect ywp site would be: what you might be able to do on it, who you might be able to connect with ... We'll have a couple of sessions here at YWP (though you could participate from afar in a smaller way). Pizza and M&Ms, of course, will be abundant. We'll also ask you to do some prep work ahead of time. Commitment to this would be for a limited time.
- ITERATIVE TESTING: We will want users to critique and test as we get going. This can be done online; starts in the spring. Ongoing commitment; mostly online.
- CODING: We will be looking for one person who wants a JOB being the primary builder of the site. I realize that most of you are in school, but some of you may know of someone ... We want someone who lives and breathes Web; is intrigued with coding/Web development and knows something about it; and who would relish being mentored to work in Drupal (the open source software we use) by the very best. An amazing opportunity. We are taking names... but won't be filling the position until we have the funding. (Spring or bust.) Send me the name and contact info, or have them get in touch.
- SUGGESTIONS: We want your suggestions, links to sites YOU love, ideas, complaints... Create a BLOG post for this and use the keyword, ywp3.0. Only requires energy to keep those crazy ideas coming...
If any of you would like to talk to me in more detail, drop me an email, give me a call, send smoke signals, message me, Skype me, send me a telegram, Twitterize me, mind-meld me, release your carrier pigeon, whatever... But give us your best ideas!
Remember: Only The Strong Writers Survive!
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One of the things that has most gratified me in my 7+ years at YWP has been the remarkable respect you show for each other. Sadly, this is not always true in othe "social" learning sites. So I'd like some help. Shouldn't take long and you can just respond in a comment below:
- Why is this place civil and respectful?
- What ONE piece of advice do you have for other students -- think of it, perhaps, as one thing you do -- to keep things civil, safe, respectful, positive on other sites.
Can you do it? Comment below. THANKS! -- gg
I need someone
To be my white line
I can't drive through
Without the guide
Of the line
Am I to go through this snowstorm alone?
I need that guide
I need something
Marking the line
That I cannot cross
Those blue headlights
May catch my attention
They may illuminate me
Make me feel good
They'll blind me Read more »
Long ago, there was a time when the Earth was smaller, rendering the transition from day to night much shorter. The sun could blanket the entire face of the planet in it's light, warming the ground so that even at the Poles the water remained fluid. Winter, however, was lonely.
In the northern lands, a cool season had been born: Autumn. Succedent of Summer, Autumn brought fiery colors to the trees of the northern lands. As opposed to Spring, Autumn cooled the land instead of gently warming it. After a period of shedding, Spring would blow it's healing breath across the land and bring new life. Summer reigned supreme in all parts of the world, and had allowed Spring and Autumn to make their domain away from the equator known. Winter had hoped to be the next allowed to claim the land at a given time of the year, but Summer deemed it far too cold. "The sun, whose power I wield, would look upon you with an evil gleam and melt your soul into the Earth," it said. Read more »
If you want to show the masses
How the Napoleonics went,
Don't do so through the glasses
Of the Point-Oh-One Percent.
Welcome to Chat-Free December.
I know, I know. I can hear the howls of protest, the swirls of controversy, the ministrations of pleadings... But here's what we're up to. We'd like you to focus your energies for a bit on your posts, your feedback, your digital creations.
YWP is, if nothing else, an experiment in creativity. And, while we like this to be a site driven by you, every once in a while, we need to take the wheel for a moment and take a side road. Now you drive ...
The reason is simple. When we disabled chat the last time, we saw an amazing spike in posts, page reads, comments, loves, 6-word stories, etc., and THAT's what this site is all about. So enjoy. And create a podcast. Or a rant. Or a digital story. Be inspired ... cheers, gg
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a note - this is the best attempt i've made in the realm of fiction. i would love criticism as i want to improve this further.
They had not known each other for six months before Will asked Candy to marry him. He had only been telling her that he loved her for about two months, but each time the sentence gained more truth. Candy counted these milestones and stored the statistics in her head as she silently graphed their relationship. She found numbers everywhere: in the freckles behind his right ear, in his four o’clock shadow, in the way his hip bones jutted out just the tiniest bit. And she picked up the nuances more than the milestones; small little twitches of his mouth made her reach out and hold his chin in her hands; the way he said her name sometimes with the two syllables heavy as stone made her think it was the only thing that mattered. These tiny moments sloped the graph of their relationship more than anything else did. Read more »
Order Anthology 5 -- the best of the best of your work -- for great reading or gift. Here's how:
- Contact YWP's Kate Stein via email: firstname.lastname@example.org or 802-324-9538.
- Mail your info, number of copies and check to YWP (YWP, 12 North St., Burlington, VT, 05401) (1 copy-$7; 2-$14; 3-$21; 4-$26; 5-$32 Costs include shipping)
- OR order here by PayPal (or credit card) or through SQUARE Market (also credit card) by clicking READ MORE.
ebook version: http://youngwritersproject.org/node/87807
We'll announce the book store locations soon!Read more »
Beer bottles and cans
left on sidewalks.
By misspelled hearts and
sold for silver and gold.
Already rich in fears and hopes
If pain was money then darling,
I'd be a billionaire.
Ice flakes off the cars Read more »