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A Brief Conversation with the Sun
“Good morning, world,” she said, letting a ray of sun on her face, “Why I am here another day?” She paused, letting questions shift and arrange priorities inside of her, putting off her daily routine to try to understand how to be human. “To love,” the sun replied, realizing an answer from the world would Continue reading
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A Textbook Can’t Hold You at Night
Sometimes you have to swing to both sides of extreme before coming back to the middle, Back to the heart, the beating and bleeding, the real life. Many of my beliefs I held fast on to about God, About who I am, Have been too slippery to hold on to. They weren’t solid enough to Continue reading
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All About People
“And whose birthday is it today?” I ask smiling, as I hand Sam* one of the many pills he takes every evening. His face lights up, bright and open at the thought of friendship. “Today is Laura’s. She is one of my best, best, BEST friends! I have known her for…” He stops for a Continue reading
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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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As She Grapsed For Those Words
how do you make the world good? she asked rhetorically, with a hint of cynicism after all, she had seen her fair share of badness death and decaying hope overwhelming sorrow drenched her sheets until she rung them out with her frail hands squeezing droplets cementing in her consciousness never to let the world drop Continue reading
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“No” Thyself
This is my first (and maybe only) guest post from the brilliant mind of Jean-Thomas Louvier, who just so happens to be my favorite person ever. 🙂 By “guest post,” I mean he wrote it and sent it to me and I asked him if I could post i on here. The artwork is by 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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Brooke Gale LouvieR 