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Christmas Eve has a way of softening everything. The lights glow a little warmer. The rooms feel fuller somehow—even in their quiet. And for just a brief window of time, the world itself seems to exhale. People slow their pace. Voices lower. Distractions loosen their grip. Whether gathered with family or sitting alone in stillness,
“Today was Christmas cookie day. And even though I woke up sick, still gonna give this boy memories of Mom baking cookies and listening to Christmas music every year… because I didn’t have that.” That line right there stopped me in my tracks. Not because of cookies.Not because of Christmas music.But because of the decision
There’s a question that’s been sitting with me lately—one that usually shows up only after emotions cool and perspective finally arrives: How often do we forget who we were before we knew what we know? Not just what we knew—but how it felt not to know. To be unsure.To be new.To be standing in a
Christmas has a way of surprising us—not always through lights, music, or wrapped packages, but through something quieter. Sometimes it arrives without announcement. Sometimes it comes through a person who pauses long enough to see you. I experienced one of those moments recently. A Christmas kindness I didn’t expect—and one I haven’t been able to
Let’s be honest… life’s a mess. (Or maybe that’s just me? ) Flour-covered counters, crusty mason jars, and the faint aroma of what might be fermentation but could also be failure. That’s where my sourdough journey began. I started like we all do—with good intentions and an internet full of “experts.” I followed every recipe,
A TRIBUTE TO MY BROTHER, TIM Today is my brother’s birthday. And I am done watching his story be misunderstood. My brother did not commit suicide because he was weak.He committed suicide because he lived in a world that trained him—relentlessly—to swallow pain and never speak it. From childhood on. People like to romanticize endurance.They
There’s a story I once heard about a man who took his son fishing. The sky was clear when they left, but clouds rolled in and rain poured down all day. They stayed anyway—soaked, cold, and uncomfortable. They didn’t catch a single fish. Not one.Not even a pity nibble. When the father got home, he
(aka The Stuff No One Bothered to Tell Us Because They Don’t Want You To Know) Welcome to Day Two of dragging the American healthcare system by its wig. Yesterday we talked about why health insurance has turned into a full-contact sport. Today we’re talking about what actual humans can do besides scream into a
—Tina N. Campbell | Scribed in Light How are Americans supposed to survive this? Let me be straight with you. I have never heard people scream louder about their insurance costs than they are right now. It feels like every other day someone opens their renewal letter, sees their premium, and has a full-body spiritual
―Tina N. Campbell | Scribed in Light There are parents out here doing emotional damage on a Tuesday afternoon and acting shocked when their grown kids don’t come running home for Sunday dinner. Let’s talk about it.Because some of y’all (yes—moms AND dads) are out here behaving like toddlers in adult bodies and calling it
Tina N. Campbell
Centerville, Ohio 45459
echoesofgrace66@gmail.com
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