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Luke Hawley

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Tell It and Retell It and Retell It

By Luke Hawley There’s an E.L. Doctorow quote that I love: “Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” It’s a…
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A Real Good Lean to It

By Luke Hawley Almost a year ago, I wrote my first blog for The Twelve. It was about the craziness I feel at the end of a semester and how I like to find therapy in projects, not couches. (Like…
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It’s Complicated

By Luke Hawley My 7-year-old son, Judah, asked me last night about the meaning of the word complicated. He had just asked his older sister a question—one I didn’t hear—and she had answered by telling him that it was complicated.…
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How Do You Do The Right Thing Right

By Luke Hawley I grew up in a church with virtually no liturgical calendar. I mean, we celebrated Christmas and Easter and I remember once going to an Advent service, but that was at a different church and Advent was…
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The Both And

By Luke Hawley Matthew Arnold I had an undergraduate course aptly titled Novel, in which we read twelve novels over the course of the semester. The professor opened up class with Matthew Arnold’s idea of “sweetness and light”, which I…
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The Sixth Stage

By Luke Hawley Who cares whether or not it's true? In my head there are bath towels swaddling this stuff. Nothing else seeps through. This is from a story I love by Amy Hempel titled In the Cemetery Where Al…
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Miracle and Magic and Mystery

By Luke Hawley Belief isn’t something that comes easy to me; I have heavy skeptic leanings. But I’m a writer, too, and one who can’t quite clamp down all the romantic bursts bubbling up in my blood. This makes Easter…
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Saint Flannery and Long Looks

by Luke Hawley I’m going to a music festival this weekend. It’s gonna be great: hanging out on a blanket for two days, listening to fantastic bands, spending time with my family and some close friends, tent camping with an…
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You’re Not a Very Good Joiner

by Luke Hawley When I got my current gig teaching in a small town in Iowa, I thought of it primarily—maybe singularly—as a stepping stone. It was a three-semester temporary contract and I figured we could gut it out in…
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Making All Things New

by Luke Hawley When my kids leave for school in the morning, I tell them, “Be kind and curious.” They roll their eyes and say, “We know, Dad,” and I take that to mean that they’ve heard me and I’m…