A soul fed by basketball, from Trezevant to Britain to the Grizz
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…
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Today I need good
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…
The 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…
Unforseen 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…
God and Instagram: ‘Likes’ in the grand scheme
By Candace Echols You may know that I am new to Instagram. You see, I am a 3 on the Enneagram, which means I am…
Emotional meltdowns, free and from a veranda near you
“. . . the day started to unravel a bit . . . I was coming up empty on all sides.” By Candace Echols Last…
Holding onto something while the world quakes
The Yellow Chair ChronEchols By Candace Echols My sister lives in Italy. She called the other day and we were talking about a lot of…
Called out by the little objects she left behind
More in The Yellow Chair ChronEchols By Candace Echols Just before Christmas, we lost a dear family member. She was elderly and it wasn’t a…
The Accidental Wisdom of the Heart
More in The Yellow Chair ChronEchols By Candace Echols Elizabeth Stone once said, “Making the decision to have a child — it is momentous. It…
Turning down the noise and slowing down time in search of something called wisdom
StoryBoard debuts the Yellow Chair ChronEchols By Candace Echols Sometimes, news images have the odd effect of making me feel young and old at the…