In the Bible, there’s a story of a blind man on the side of the road begging for…
Articles by Cazandra Campos-MacDonald
“I know, I know” is repeated in my home numerous times daily. When I hear these words from my…
I’m training to become a chaplain. I want to work in a hospital setting one day, which will allow me…
When my sons were little, there were always mountains of laundry. How could such a tiny human go through so…
It’s bluebonnet season in Texas. The state flower crawls across the hillsides and along the roads, bringing a vibrant blue…
I live in what’s considered the high desert. At over 4,000 feet above sea level, my community experiences cold winters…
Trauma comes in all shapes and sizes. People often associate trauma with physical injuries, such as a horrific accident, amputation,…
When my boys were little, I dreamed about what their chosen activities might be — band, swimming, theater, or…
I remember watching “The Wizard of Oz” as a little girl. While the visual effects now appear primitive compared with…
I often put myself in uncomfortable situations, especially when the health and well-being of my sons are at risk. There…