by Leisa A. Hammett | Feb 6, 2013 | Art, Nature
Sheepskinned seductress, you are. To only you do I write poetry. Most people batten down their hatches and shut tight their blinds. For you I rip open the shades and fully expose my raw heart. YOU are poetry. Your naked limbs, arching over me like a...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Feb 4, 2013 | All The Rest of Life, Art, Midlife and Beyond
Google fails me in finding the verse I recently read comparing the experience of gulping coffee to the experience of savoring tea…I paraphrase: coffee–harried and hurrying tea–savoring, soothing, sitting. Winter time for me is. Tea Time. Over...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Feb 1, 2013 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Motherhood
They come and go. These people, in and out of our lives. A constant, steady stream. When my daughter was scheduled for an evaluation at Vanderbilt University Medical Center's Child Development Center, the form asked if we wanted psychological support. Blessedly, I...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jan 30, 2013 | Art, Travel
I take pictures of odd things. Like the funky lighting at different places I visited last spring: The photos in the middle are from our habitual road trip pit stop–Starbucks in Cookeville, Tenn. The others from the Hampton Inn & Suites in Downtown...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jan 23, 2013 | Art, Travel
Vintage. Everyway you looked at it. But we got a lot of work done five days last May on the first of a continuing series of writer's retreats. Photo: Jamestown, Tenn., ©LeisaHammett.com
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jan 16, 2013 | Art, Travel
What a FUN, innovative, city the-once-scruffy-river-town-along-the-interstate Chattanooga town has become! Everything has an artsy bent: Above, the downtown riverside at night. From top, left to right: Ken, my companion who looked rather like a riverboat captain...
