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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Mountainous inspiration from a pint-sized place
By Candace Echols In one sentence—that’s all she could fit between two sobs—my little girl melted a lifetime of struggle into just a few words. …
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By Candace Echols It’s Easter weekend, and I’m a Christian. Typing that statement still fills me with angst. Not because of Christ, no, but because of…
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By Ken Billett Over the years, gardening has grown into an obsession. Forgive the pun. But what started as seasonal maintenance—replanting and mulching flower beds…
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By Candace Echols In my former life, I played a little semi-professional basketball in Britain. I know. It’s as shocking to me now as it…
Read More A soul fed by basketball, from Trezevant to Britain to the GrizzSin Child: Hope and Recovery from Loss and Abuse in Rural Mississippi
Angela Howard’s Sin Child recalls a troubled life, but offers a hopeful guide to recovery from trauma By Angela Howard Sin Child is an autobiography…
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By Ken Billett “Where are the multivitamins?” “In the big white bottle.” “They’re all big white bottles.” “So, find the label that says Multivitamin.” “Here it…
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By Candace Echols I am so tired, So tired of the tough, So tired of reading about all the world’s stuff. Today I need good, I…
Read More Today I need goodThe laughter we can’t live without
By Candace Echols Last week, I had the opportunity to drop into the lives of three people and interview them for another publication. When I…
Read More The laughter we can’t live withoutUnforseen fissures from a fractured year
“Brief, awkward exchanges reveal we differ on thoughts about pandemic life. It’s unsettling.” By Candace Echols Recognizing my old friends’ faces when I see them…
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