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We like to tell ourselves that life is random.That we’re born by chance, shaped by coincidence, bruised by bad luck, and eventually… we fade out. It’s a convenient story.It requires nothing of us. But it’s not a true one. Because randomness doesn’t leave fingerprints.And life is covered in them. You weren’t born into just any…
Every year, right about now, the resolutions start rolling in like clockwork. Eat better.Work out more.Lose weight.Get healthier.Accomplish greatness.Become a calmer, shinier, better-behaved human by February…or at least until someone brings donuts into the break room. And listen—none of that is bad. Truly.I’m not anti-salad or anti-movement. I respect a treadmill. I just don’t want…
From the outside, everything looks fine. Quiet street. Normal house. Respectable life.The kind of place you’d assume smells like coffee, laundry detergent, and responsible adult decisions. From the inside? It smells like lime, sulfur, and consequences. Ringworm dip does not arrive politely.It enters. It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t care about your mood. It does not…
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…
Tina N. Campbell
Centerville, Ohio 45459
echoesofgrace66@gmail.com
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