Dominating our 20th annual Autism Awareness Month are issues of finding transportation to work; wages management;* that yet, unfinished art website, and my own next career move. Grace was diagnosed with autism in 1997—so, two decades with this known...
“Happy Resurrection from Fear to Love, from grief to joy, from ego to Field, from separation to Unity. You are Loved and kept in the Light.” Five years ago, I was one year into a five-year journey of healing from divorce. I’ve found it takes me, at...
As our meeting ended, he, a man with whom I have done business with for many years, rose from my kitchen table and gave me a lasting gift. We had discussed financial futures, the stock market, the economy, the recent election. Not only was what he shared a gift to...
I can count on more than one hand how many times in the last couple of the years I have been enjoying reading a novel, a memoir, a blog post, or, tonight, a Facebook post. And then, suddenly, I am jolted. My eyes screech to a dead halt. I stare and gape at the page in...
It’s Pomp and Circumstance time. Many of my peers are celebrating the graduation of their sons and daughters from high school and a forthcoming path to college. Or, they’re cheering them on as they walk across the stage of their soon-to-be college alma...
At our old, round, love-worn pine table, backlit by the kitchen window, she sat crisscross, her purple manicured toes up to her mid-calves bare to the winter chill. For days during our snow, sleet, rain, stop-and-go late January through mid February, we’d been...
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.
