Anyone can be a writer. Really. We are all writing stories in our heads everyday anyway. All you must do to be a writer is…
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Tag: Candace Echols
Grizzlies Playoffs: Sehnsucht, or Joy that Feels Like Longing
Germans have a word for those brief moments that prompt indescribable longing: Sehnsucht. Creatives point to music, art, and beauty as the spaces in which…
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Sweet to Cut the Salt around the Family Table
The family table has been lauded for years as a solid place to start when it comes to raising kids. Apparently, children who regularly eat…
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Easter: A Net with Weaving That Holds
I started writing this piece on Monday—the day it was due. I wrote one paragraph when the news of a death in our community came…
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Finite Bits of Beauty
Sometimes, I am tempted to stop a stranger in the grocery store, look them deep in the eye, and beg for an answer: “Why must…
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Grandparents and Wisdom
I am a 43-year-old woman, and all four of my grandparents came to my daughter’s birthday party three weeks ago. Simply based the numbers, that…
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The Joy of Finding Home Folks Away from Memphis
“Sorry, y’all.” Six other people were already on the gondola, but the worker in charge of moving the line along insisted I join them. I…
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How Alex Lomax Made Me Cry
In case you’re not aware, looking up with your eyeballs helps to drain tears just before they fall. Nobody will ever even know they were…
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Threads: A Sartorial Reflection on Writing
Threads This moment finds me with four daughters who like my taste in clothing. No doubt, this will likely evaporate before these words hit the…
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Birthdays: Looking Backward and Forward
A gaggle of eight-year-old girls is running through the hallways of my house right now. One just broke off from the group to play her…
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