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In light of recent events, it’s heartbreaking to see how quickly people run to one side of the fence, waving their giant foam fingers and shouting accusations at the other. Bandwagons are filling fast, but not with love—rather with hate, judgment, and division. Is this not the very spark that lit the first flames of
A dear friend and I were recently discussing the chaos of the world. I asked, “Do you think it’s always been this bad, or do you think we just didn’t notice it during our age of youth? Perhaps it was veiled by our inexperience and innocence?” We both paused, pondered, and then agreed: absolutely not.
It caught my eye—a single feather, weightless, glowing as if heaven itself had dropped it right at my feet. My first thought? Angels. Not the chubby baby kind from greeting cards, but the real, unseen messengers who have brushed past me more times than I can count. The funny thing is, most of us do
I recall a day when one of my children spilled their glass of milk. It cascaded off the edge of the table and right into their lap. My first thought? Welp, there goes my freshly mopped floor. And that’s when it started. That little sugarkitten must have caught my expression, because suddenly the kitchen filled
Scrolling recently, I came across a post that said:“MAKE INSANE ASYLUMS GREAT AGAIN.” And my whole body went cold. Because let’s be honest—there was nothing great about asylums. They weren’t centers of healing. They were prisons for the misunderstood. Warehouses of trauma. Graveyards of silenced voices. And if those places still operated as they once
Remember when a handshake sealed the deal? Back when someone said, “I’ll call you,” and they actually did—instead of ghosting like Houdini after a bad blind date? Integrity used to be the baseline, not the bonus feature. Now it feels as rare as finding Tupperware with its lid on the first try. We’ve gotten so
How to Stop Projecting and Start Guiding With Clarity Let’s be honest—how many of us have dropped one of these lines:“When I was your age, I had to…”“You don’t know how good you have it…”“If you only understood what I went through…” We think we’re teaching. We think we’re protecting. But most of the time?
From the outside, my son Austin looks like a fully functioning 31-year-old man. What people don’t see is the daily reality of living with an intellectual disability and a traumatic brain injury. Sometimes that reality is hilarious, sometimes it’s terrifying — and most often, it’s both at the same time. Shorts in a Blizzard Picture
Helen Mirren once said: “Before you engage with someone, ask yourself, is that person even mentally mature enough to grasp the concept of a different perspective? Because if not, there’s absolutely no point.” And honestly? She nailed it. Because sometimes engaging with someone who refuses to understand is like yelling at your Wi-Fi router when
because some of us were never meant to stay safe outside the flames. We were designed to run in. To rescue. To rise again. To return bearing light I used to think the pain ended once I survived it – once the smoke cleared after the heartbreak, once I pieced my shattered life back together
Tina N. Campbell
Centerville, Ohio 45459
echoesofgrace66@gmail.com
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