Echols: ‘Dear Freshmen: Sorry we didn’t warn you’
Candace Echols and college friends at Kiawah Island for spring break. (Courtesy Sarah Graves)
Candace Echols
Candace Echols writes whatever she notices as she goes about her daily life. Living that way has landed her bylines in National Geographic, Garden and Gun, The Gospel Coalition, Southern Living, golf.com, Cowboys and Indians, Common Good, Risen Motherhood, and others. Someday, she hopes to have a writing cottage in Oxford, England or Oxford, Mississippi; either will be just fine. Candace and her husband live with their children in Midtown Memphis.
“We left out the boredom of Saturday afternoons, the awkwardness of Tuesday lunches and the monotony of late nights in the library. Perhaps we could have fleshed out the hard parts with instead of airbrushing the whole, big thing.”
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