jolie laide: Grace: 100 Words

jolie laide

I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.


Grace: 100 Words

I am awkward. I say the wrong thing. My laugh is coarse. My feet turn in, my hair is rough.

But I do contain beauty. And joy. Compassion. Loyalty.

If you can find me in that place, if you can see me there, then you help me create that which I so greatly desire. You and I can make grace.


Blogger Dr. S said...

I see you. I'm not the only one, I know, but I do, too.

9:44 AM  
Anonymous stepanova said...

Grace, schrmace.

I would kill you for your beautiful teeth.

And your talent for photography.

5:47 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

like the lunch room in elementary school! I'll trade my teeth for your poise. For photography, I'll take your intellect...

11:49 AM  

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