By Candace Echols Has the art of asking good questions gone the way of the landline? In addition to my own writing for Storyboard, I also…
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A New Tradition of Southern Hospitality
By Candace Echols I am on the front end of doing something I’ve never done before: I am planning a series of feasts in our…
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Fall is here. At least I can write about that?
By Candace Echols Maybe you’d like to know what it feels like to have a column in which to share your thoughts and discover that…
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Home is for healing
By Candace Echols Almost every day, a new piece of bad news arrives on our doorstep. Insofar as I can tell, it’s the same with…
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Peace, Love, and Doodles
“Is that a sheep-a-doodle?” The question came from an older gentleman, kindness behind his eyes. In past seasons of life, had I been asked such…
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Notes from the second row: The grit n’ poetry of Grizzlies basketball
The Grizzlies season may be over, but the poetry will go on By Candace Echols People prioritize things. My husband and I love a good…
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Mercy
By Candace Echols Today I stepped out in the Birmingham air. It smelled better than coffee, it smelled like a prayer. It awakened my spirit,…
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Weary we all may be. Try a little summer-ing
By Candace Echols The British use the word “summer” as a verb. ‘Round about this time of year, British women might ask their friends where…
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The arts, communing with the human soul
“For me, art is a way of communicating. It’s like having a good conversation.” ~Beth Winterburn Feature photo by Beth Winterburn By Candace Echols Yesterday,…
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Y’all, there’s nothin’ like ‘Y’all’
By Candace Echols My daughter has recently started saying “you guys” to her father and me. I’m not ashamed to tell you that we correct…
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