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Dry Toast, Distractions, and Racing Deer
You may be here because you can’t possibly fathom how anyone can write a blog post with a title like that. And I am here trying to write something. Anything. I’ve been feeling bone-dry lately. Sometimes writing is an overwhelming spring of revelation and glorious thoughts, bubbling up out of “The Brook(e)” within me. Sometimes,… Continue reading
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Becoming Human (A Short Story)
Something happens when you come alive and are set free from fear. You realize existence is messy and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Control is an illusion, a grasping at the air only to fall over. This reality: It’s bloody, gritty, reality. Broken hearts and broken bones are just a way of life. So you… Continue reading
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The Divorce of Things From Their Names
“The world is babbled to pieces after the divorce of things from their names.” -Wendell Berry We speak and write, but speaking and writing isn’t enough we want charts and definitions to tells us what we mean words are meant to communicate but we’re always trying to read between the lines to see things that… Continue reading
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The Struggle Between The Tree And The Wind
Am I the only one that feels this tension, this pulling within? I am so afraid of being grounded, yet at times it’s what I want more than anything. I decided, years ago, I’d rather be a wanderer. But lately I feel old. Lately I want to take my belongings out of storage. Lately I… Continue reading
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Twenty-Eleven, In Moments.
The morning came in subtly with shades of amber hues, contradicting the brilliant neon hues of the sunset. And I think maybe some things come in softly and slowly and go out with a ferocious bang. And vise versa. Because sometimes ends and beginnings blur together. 2011 felt like an ordinary year, but it wasn’t.… Continue reading
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Part B: The Redemption of Jekyll & Hyde
This time of year everything is magnified. All of the year seems to come to a head. The good done. The bad that still exists. The ugliness of consumerism. The beautiful idea of gifts given with no strings attached. (Is that possible? Can a gift really be a gift? Can we, who thrive within a… Continue reading
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10 Impossible Things Before Breakfast
There are mornings I wake up and immediately believe two lies: 1. That today is just another day. 2. That I am jut an ordinary human being. I forget: 1. I am breathing. Life itself is a miracle. 2. I am a hero on a journey. 3. Everything is mine, because it was given to… Continue reading
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The Beauty of Creative Collaboration
It’s my last night in North Carolina. I am sitting in the black office chair for the last time. I have practically lived in this chair for the past three months. I written over 90,000 words in this chair. But I didn’t do it by myself. Never in a hundred lifetimes would I have dreamed… Continue reading
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Help “All Things Become New” For My Niece Sierra
This darling girl is my *almost* two-year-old niece, Sierra. She is one of twin girls, born to my brother and sister-in-law Davis and Mindy. Sierra is special, and though I’ve only had the privilege of meeting her once, she holds and special place in my heart. Sierra, like my younger brother Robert, was born with… Continue reading
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Thanksgiving Dinner With Perfect Strangers
Today I had thanksgiving with a family I don’t even know. I was unsure about it before hand. I text my friend Mere and said it was going to be awkward. She said “Awkward makes for the best stories!” She is wise. So I decided to write about it. It’s not like I didn’t know… Continue reading
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Brooke Gale LouvieR 