My thoughts
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When You Come To The Edge
“Is it safe?” I asked, nerves coming out. I had tried to act all cool and adventurous, like I used to be, like I didn’t have a care in the world. But all of a sudden that pretense was falling down, like I imagined my body falling into a herd of Longhorns grazing below,… Continue reading
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I Know Now Why Writers Are Crazy
The other night I was driving home from work on Precinct Line Road and the moon just rose above me, like it was trying to startle me, and I saw it for a moment, saw its beauty and really took it in and for a second I felt like myself, like really, truly myself at… Continue reading
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27 Reasons Why 27 is Better Than 17
1. I believe in fairy tales again– not the cliché perfectionist view of love, but the magic of every day life. 2. I have learned to love myself. To brush aside my flaws, to give myself grace. 3. Things that once stirred nameless inside of me, now have names. 4. I know more than ever,… Continue reading
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What Makes Me Happy, Now.
Stepping out my apartment this morning and immediately noticing a difference— something in the air has shifted, there is a freshness, the thick blanket of summer has finally lifted. The beautiful bitter darkness of The Book Thief, shining words awe-ing even Death himself. Driving one ordinary summer night and realizing, I was born to make… Continue reading
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Mmm, Tastes Like A Story
I really, really like food. I mean, who doesn’t? Food is so much more than sustaining, surviving. It is also more than temporary pleasure. The best food tells a story. I mean, that’s what it’s all about right? Food and drink, together-ness. Story. I love how Jesus fed people with physical food to represent the… Continue reading
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Swimming or Treading Water
Some days I don’t know what to say. I wish I could find words but they seem hidden from me. I am a blank slate. I hate everything I put on paper. Wait, this isn’t paper… I decided to detox facebook for a few days. My brain feels like mush. I probably made it that… Continue reading
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When I Can’t Stand Reading the Bible
I’ve read a lot of random books in the past few weeks. I gritted my teeth as I read about Aron Ralston cutting through his arm to save himself from his boulder prison in Between a Rock and a Hard Place. I LOL-ed constantly at David Sederis’ wit in Me Talk Pretty One Day. I… Continue reading
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Even If This Is the Zombie Apocalypse
I was talking to someone the other day about grief. I was relating my experience in India, and while I had seen tragedy before, something about it changed me, struck me deeply. Even as I write this, it seems almost silly if I try to compare. I have always been at an arm’s length from true… Continue reading
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As I Grow Into These Things
I have had a few memorable birthday moments. Anything before my teenage years is mostly a blur. I remember my 5th birthday because there is an old VHS of me wearing my burgundy flowered shift and an awful mullet-ish haircut. My dad dressed up like a clown, a creepy clown from 1990. My friend Hannah… Continue reading
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Slowly, I Open My Eyes
“Open your eyes wide,” he says intensely, lovingly. I don’t look at him. My tears are hot, formed by some unknown frustration and anger. He knows me. Well. We’ve had this conversation more than once. It used to be often. Not lately though, lately I’ve been fine. But something made it’s way into my soul,… Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 