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Ocean Restoration

Ocean Restoration   The only hit I have ever welcomed was the slap of a wave First, my ankles and then my thighs Shocked by the coolness yet I welcome it again and again When my waist is consumed and…
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Liar Liar

I never want to be known as a liar.  Not at 10 or at 43. For sure not at 43.  Because I have learned my lesson. I never want to see that look of disappointment on anyone's face.

Power

I choose to live each day to fullest, to seek out others who choose to do the same and share my faith. That is where my true inner strength is found. A confidence in what I hope for, yet can…
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Not Really Sure

Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.
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7 Days Post-Op

The stitches and medical glue used to seal incisions.  The swelling. The black and blue bruising surrounding my entire abdomen. It was too much for her. She said it all looked so painful.   
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The Painting of Margaret

On precious occasions, Margaret will share with me stories of her childhood, her teen years and stories from as recent as 40 years ago. She is a walking, talking history lesson. All of her stories have a purpose.
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Cocaine in the Soda

I don't want to miss out anymore. I don't want to have a perfect house and life that looks like I have my act together when I am not able to enjoy life as it passes me by.

Never Underestimate

Never underestimate the power of good morning texts, apologies, and random compliments.  Because they will always matter and mean more than you can imagine.