Growing up
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We Walk On
I have an announcement to make: everybody feels like they are faking it. We are all just along for the ride, and really have no clue what we are doing or where we are going. Even moments of confidence and accomplishment feel so short-lived. Life comes at you the older you get, and parenthood adds Continue reading
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Here’s To The Fools Who Dream
Remember when you were 19 and the whole world was yours? It was so open and astounding and you knew you could conquer it. You were convinced your life had deep meaning and purpose. You knew it was your destiny to change the world. So you took risks. You went out on a limb. You Continue reading
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Tight-Rope Walking Across Manhatten
Change. I used to be so in love with it. I still am, but it’s more of a complex, love-hate relationship. Now, it brings worry that seems less easy to brush off, it clings to me causing occasional sleeplessness and intense feelings of anxiety. Change comes dressed in a variety of ways lately, in the Continue reading
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I Know You.
I know you. You think you are the only one who wakes up from a disturbing dream, and sinks back into the feeling that you don’t really want to be awake today. You feel crazy when you start crying when fresh coffee cascades all over the counter. There is some kind of leak in your Continue reading
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A Dozen Things I Like at 28
I recently turned 28. I was going to write this serious, reflective post, but there is too much going on in my life right now to scratch the surface of my deep emotional currents. So instead I made this list of things I find myself liking more as I get older. Enjoy the random break Continue reading
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The Silence Between Words
I needed this weekend more than I realized. I needed to get away, even if it was just eighty miles from home. I needed to feel the wind coming in off the grey choppy waters of Lake Whitney. I needed to walk along pale smooth rocks with my dog. I needed to feel the quick 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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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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Some Sort of Belonging
It all begins with a newborn’s first cry. I guess if you are going to begin somewhere, there is not much further back you can go. She enters the world, not understanding why this warm space she’s been taking up is fading away. The room she enters is cold, sterile, unfriendly. I wanna go back! Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 