My passions: Chocolate milk, yoga pants, sitting by fires, Jesus, my husband and kids, and sharing the chaos of life for other mommas and humans to know they’re not alone in the pandemonium of life.
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The 2026 List
Years ago, I was one of the people who was annoyed by those who declared New Year’s resolutions. And yes, the frustration was 100% because an unfamiliar slew of people would bombard the Wellness Center and, for about 11 days, securing a treadmill was uncertain. “Resolutions are stupid!” said young Brooke. “No one sticks to…
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Face the Fear Because the Goal Demands It
This weekend I ran 13.1 miles through Red Rock Canyon Adventure Park by myself. Invitations were given freely, but it seems the opportunity to run long distances through sandy trails doesn’t appeal to the masses. The invitations weren’t given because I needed someone to talk to or to distract me from the pain or boredom…
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Friction
Unfortunately, Malachi has started following my friction practices. I sleep with socks on. If my feet are cold, I am cold. If my feet are warm, I am warm. If I have no socks on and feel too lazy to uproot myself from my bed, I proceed to horizontally sprint in place to create friction…
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The Sidelines
The sun beat down with no sign of shade in sight and I was acting as the cover for my ten-year-old. “Here, just sit in my shadow.” The bottle of once cold water I was saving to dump on her ponytail was sweating. We were entering the point of Oklahoma summer where you start to…
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Scars
Lately, regrets have ravaged me. Stupid decisions I made years ago. Hurts I’ve held onto. Labels that have either been placed on me or that I place on myself. As these moments snowball in my mind; as they get bigger and more painful, I feel quite silenced. Brooke, your testimony has been tainted by your…
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Surrender
But whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ and…
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Come and See
Truth be told, I’m weary. Weary in a way that sinks in deeply and is not alleviated by a nap. Since removing my garage doors and replacing them with massive windows, those driving by can now see clearly into my life. But when the sun goes down and Kyle can no longer stand to have…
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Faith and Nothing Else
Tonight I found myself wandering barefoot from chair to chair in my church taking photos of worship during a rehearsal. While zooming in on Miss Jan’s hands on the keyboard, I noticed I was standing on wet carpet. I immediately assumed there was a leak before quickly remembering that this was where my girls, and…
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Romanticize It All
The warmth of my covers engulfs me as I hear the first chirps of morning. The gentle sun peaks in through my window as I roll over and snuggle up to Kyle, tucking my toes under his warm legs. The sounding alarm starts gently and grows into a roar. Hopping up and gliding down the…
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Last Night’s Supper
When I was 14, I met a boy on a cruise. His name was Dustin. Two ravishing days were spent galavanting around the Lido deck. A dusty photo album of the entire trip probably holds a single image of this guy, but that was the extent of that saga. Although said guy did not meet…
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Home is…
Home is seeing Kyle flip pancakes on Saturday mornings. Home is feeling my blue and white pajama pants. Home is the softness of my flannel shirt. Home is watering my plants. Home is J playing with my hair before he falls asleep. Home is hearing voices say sorry Charlie after someone accidentally steps on his…
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Walk Brave
I’m not even going to pretend that my youngest child hasn’t been treated differently than his three older siblings. The thing with babies of the family is that they don’t have another small human stealing their mother’s attention. Unlike the others, he was the only one that shared any stint of time being the only…
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The 2025 List Check In
Kyle was adamant about not participating in the full 13.1. The plan shifted to run Red Rock trails from back to front 2.5 times and call that the trail run. The revision was completed. Check out https://heybrookefuller.com/2025/12/22/face-the-fear-because-the-goal-demands-it/ to read all about it. We moved from a 2 to a 4 on a scale of 1-10.…