by Leisa A. Hammett | Jul 9, 2014 | Art, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!
A warm-ish late February, 2014, was fading into March when 80 women and one man auditioned for Nashville's inaugural cast of Listen to You Mother. Thirteen of us were chosen to share the stage in voicing our experiences of motherhood, having a mother, choosing not...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 25, 2014 | Art, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!
Through the building's glass walls, the greenscape of Atlanta back dropped our meeting. Around the table sat architects, interior designers, builders, and developers. There, in their midst, I had one of those moments: part "AHA!" Part warm fuzzy. One...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 13, 2014 | Art, Autism/Disability, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!, Nature
One year. Ten years. Sixteen. Eighteen. Nineteen. I remember those significant birthdays of my daughter. But, as a friend suggested yesterday, today's number is pivotal. Not only is my daughter no longer a child, she is no longer an adolescent. She is fully an...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 3, 2014 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!
A small, rainbow-colored glass magnet attaches her picture to the side of our fridge. The photo freeze frames her donning a graduation hat, perched slightly crooked with a large bobby pin securing a cowlick-y clump of hair near the backside of her head. The girl in...
by Leisa A. Hammett | May 5, 2014 | Art, Nashville!, Spirituality
Printer's Alley will never be the same, wrote a friend when she shared on Facebook the tweet by NewsChannel 5 anchor Chris Cannon. Of course, when Sam, known at "The Sushi Nazi" of Sam's Sushi–on Church Street around the corner from...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Apr 24, 2014 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!, Spirituality, Technology/Blogging
This post was scheduled to publish on Monday but did not until today, Thursday, because my blog's PLATFORM, Typepad, was attacked. (Meaning anyone who uses Typepad to host their blog heard crickets for about five days. Nada. It nothing personal to me, but...
