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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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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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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A Christian Responds to an Atheist on Good Friday
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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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…
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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…
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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…
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