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By Tina N. Campbell | Scribed in Light There are days when life hands you, and then there are days when life hands you newborn dachshunds, an emergency C-section, a dog recovering from surgery, a husband making an hour-long midnight journey to the veterinarian, and the sudden realization that you’re now operating a neonatal puppy…
Sometimes abundance looks remarkably similar to chaos when you’re standing in the middle of it. This morning, my bed was warm. The autumn chill had settled into the air, I had managed somewhere between two and four hours of sleep, and every tired cell in my body appeared to be holding an emergency meeting. The…
There are moments from my past I can still hear. Not vaguely. Clearly. A sentence someone said. A sentence I said. A look. A reaction. A moment I wish I had handled differently. Time has an interesting way of moving us forward while leaving certain pieces of us standing exactly where they were. We build…
My birth-name initials are TNT. Tina Noreen Tudor. Looking back, I’m beginning to think that was less coincidence and more of a manufacturer’s warning label. I had what I will lovingly call a colorful upbringing. There was trauma, but not the kind people usually imagine when they hear the word and offer a sympathetic nod.…
There are seasons in life when the infrastructure we were standing on suddenly collapses. A relationship ends. A family dynamic fractures. A career disappears. A dream dies. Faith gets shaken. Confidence crumbles. Plans change. Health shifts. An identity we once wore comfortably no longer fits. Sometimes one thing falls. Sometimes several things fall at once.…
Three years today. Three years since Mom left this earth, and somehow some memories haven’t faded at all. They have stayed. Not as photographs. Not even as thoughts, really. More like places inside me that I can still somehow step into. I can still remember being little, sitting inside a wicker laundry basket beneath the…
There is something that happens when you have carried heavy things. You begin to recognize weight in other people. Not always because they tell you. Sometimes they never do. Sometimes they smile, go to work, make dinner, answer messages, care for everyone around them, and move through ordinary life while quietly carrying something that would…
There came a point in my life when I stopped asking what other people were giving me and began asking myself a much more uncomfortable question: Why did you offer friendship in the first place? What exactly were you offering? Was I offering kindness? Loyalty? Companionship? Encouragement? A listening ear? Someone who would show up?…
Most of life does not arrive wearing sequins. There is no marching band outside the bedroom window announcing: ATTENTION! THIS DAY WILL LATER BECOME PART OF THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE. PLEASE ACT ACCORDINGLY. Most of life looks like a Tuesday. Laundry in the dryer that you have restarted twice because apparently folding it would…
Tina N. Campbell
Centerville, Ohio 45459
echoesofgrace66@gmail.com
