“The world is a small place.” So the saying goes. And, Nashville? Forget that “six degrees of separation” theory. Our exploding, yet still tenaciously maintained friendliness here puts us at more like four, three or less degrees of separation....
“I am invisible.” Silver-haired, attractive, the woman seated in the back self-identified as a 60something. Her pain was familiar. It is familiar to most every “woman of a certain age.” The occasion of her comment was midweek at a “Men...
“Ok riddle me this,” a smart friend posted on Facebook. “How is it possible that disability is completely foreign to the public at large when 1 in 4 adults in the U.S. have a disability that impacts major life activities?” Her question time...
“I don’t know how this story will end, but I do know in my heart of hearts that this Earth Journey is precious, heartbreaking, joyful, deep, rich, terrifying, traumatizing…and ultimately about how wide we can keep our Heart’s doors open while proclaiming...
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.
