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Stopping the Suffrage Backslide Before It Starts A hundred years ago, women didn’t get the right to vote because some nice politician woke up and said, “You know what, let’s give the ladies a turn.” No.We chained ourselves to fences. We went on hunger strikes. We got arrested, beaten, mocked, and told to “go home
And How Breaking the Cycle Makes Us the Shelter We Once Prayed For I used to think I was just unlucky in love… or maybe just too angry to settle down.I told myself my past — the abuse, the chaos, the betrayal — was just something I was mad about and trying to outrun.But the
Some wounds don’t leave bruises. They leave patterns. Patterns that teach us to tiptoe, to question ourselves, to apologize for existing, to carry guilt that was never ours to begin with. For those of us who were raised in emotional chaos, where affection was conditional and love was laced with manipulation, we learned early on
I shared something deeply vulnerable this week — my granddaughter’s new condition. A message no Nana ever wants to send. One of love, heartbreak, hope, and fierce protection…but instead of support, my post was met with a weaponized question: “Do they believe in Jesus?” Not, “How are you?” Not, “What can I do?” Not even,
Tina Campbell – Scribed in Light I sat with the results on my Nana’s heart and for awhile the world couldn’t possibly feel any heavier. It felt still. Like the air itself was waiting what to see what would happen next. It was a moment across the phone. A voice I know better than my
Today I am starting my blog piece with a whisper of raw honesty – something quiet, yet heavy…because some pains don’t roar. It doesn’t scream or sob or shake the walls. It just sits beside you, day after day. It doesn’t demand center stage…it just lingers – eventually consuming you. Pain can cause a slow
This piece is for the silent warriors who love from afar, aching to help, yet bound by respect and honor. There is a particular pain that only a mother knows – the pain of watching the child she once rocked to sleep walk through a storm… Sometimes, the love we carry isn’t ours to place.
-Nurturing Hearts Through Healing Reflection and Graceful Growth | Scribed In Light There are days I wish I could look away, but I can’t. Like the day my son was caught within a seizure cycle for nine and a half hours straight. I wanted to run that day…from the helplessness, from the sight of his
When truth touches a tender place, it can feel more like an attack than an invitation. But what if it isn’t the words, but the wounds we’ve left unhealed? But what if it’s not the words, but the wounds we haven’t healed? This reflection gently explores how emotional triggers can distort truth and disrupt relationships,
Tina N. Campbell
Centerville, Ohio 45459
echoesofgrace66@gmail.com
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