Louise Marie

Walking Through a Room Full of Books

Whoever said that reading physical books is a dying art in our digital age has clearly…

There is a distinct kind of quiet excitement that comes with holding a brand new, unopened…

For a very long time, I thought I had to prove that I was good enough.…

I don’t really know when it became a habit. Maybe it started with my childhood diaries.…

I sometimes wonder if my daughters know how much they have taught me. Probably not. Children…

I told the baker I didn’t want a number on my birthday cake. No number. No…

It was a life without God. That’s the simplest answer I can give. When I think…

There are some letters you keep because they remind you of who you were. And then…

If you’re reading this at two o’clock in the morning… there’s a good chance your heart…

There was a time when an empty afternoon didn’t feel like freedom. It felt dangerous. Too…