Feels a wee bit vulnerable to write this: I feel like I’m experiencing a creative renaissance…. I was nervous about Monday night’s storm. Sunday night’s….Holy. Nashville had what is being called a hurricane on land. Seventy mph winds. No joke....
Greetings to the echo chambers of cyberspace from a forgotten blog, marred by the convenience of Facebook, a too complicated platform, the increasing busy-ness of life. I think of you fondly and often. Sorta. Quick and dirty share here. A cut and paste from the thief...
It’s all about unfoldment. You know. Life—that is…. The spark for this post was an art exhibit last night. Unlike the dozens of exhibits before, this one wasn’t for Grace. I’ve started creating my own visual art again, after 40+ years of...
I never expect her. Yet, on time. She arrives at my doorstep. DING-donnngg! She presses the doorbell and flees. She does this every year. She rouses me with a hushed puff of temperate air, cruelly announcing with knowledge that I should have but still manage to...
In February, I stepped into a new role. Or, in someways a paid role of many of the things I was already doing. Here’s the deets as published on TennesseeWorks’s blog: What if, similar to the training families can receive about special education advocacy...
From Heartache to Hope: middle tennessee families living with autism, a book by Leisa A. Hammett & photographer Rebekah Pope. Click here for more info plus ordering details.
