by Leisa A. Hammett | Dec 10, 2012 | Autism/Disability, Divorce, Spirituality
It wasn't the site of the clustered brick, white-columned buildings nestled in a leafy hollow, spotted as I rode through the East Tennessee literal hill and dale to arrive at my 30-year college reunion, mid-October. The sight of of the small campus did cause me to...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Dec 6, 2012 | All The Rest of Life, Autism/Disability, Midlife and Beyond, Nature, Obama/Politics, Spirituality
We formed a line that started in the restroom and snaked out the door. We were waiting to use the facilities at a special disAbility fundraising event. The floors were littered, the toliet paper chained to the cement block walls and missing in some stalls, which also...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Dec 4, 2012 | Art, Autism/Disability
Washington Times: Autism Providess a Different View Through the Camera "Brian studied a tree, his face unmoving in concentration. "He brought a small camera to his eye. One press of a button, lush green leaves captured. The camera returned to his...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Dec 2, 2012 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Obama/Politics, Spirituality
Why, my sister bemoaned, do the theaters release a gazillion new must-see flicks at the time of year we busy ourselves the most? My companion and I took Grace to see Life of Pi last night. I remember where I was and what year it was when I read the novel. (It was...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Nov 29, 2012 | Autism/Disability, Midlife and Beyond, Obama/Politics, Technology/Blogging
I leaned toward the computer screen, squinting. The recent college graduate was explaining the codes and procedures for data entry to me the day I volunteered at the Tennessee Democratic Party Headquarters. I leaned back and said I'd need to go get my reading...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Nov 26, 2012 | Art, Autism/Disability, Motherhood, Nashville!
This is a tricky blog post to write. If you are not a member of our community, or if you are new to "AutismLand," you may not be aware that we don't all love each other and share warm fuzzy hugs. At least, historically. Unfortunately, I hear this is true...
