A bawdy artist friend posted on “the Facebook” about baring her untanned “excessive” belly flesh by donning in a sports bra and shorts for a stroll at the park and no longer giving an eff about the disapproving looks she received. It was the...
It was the second time it happened. The first was in 1997, during the throes of grief and uncertainty after my 27-month-old had just been diagnosed with autism. The second time was sometime around 2006 or 2007. Sometime between relationships. I was at a redlight. Both...
COVID Quarantine Week…5? Or is it 6? I don’t remember anymore. What I do know is that I crashed bottom. Ironically, I wrote an unpublished post last week about the value of seeking therapy when one is hurting. I didn’t publish it because there was...
“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.” —Rev. Dr. Kenneth Wheaton, Ph.D. These are times of darkness. Of fear. With the coronavirus pandemic, we’re...
If I got to the post office early enough before I headed to work in midtown Atlanta, I reasoned, I could beat the mailman and claim the package I knew my father had sent me. It was Valentines Day, and like every year that I could remember, my Daddy had gifted myself...
A lot has happened in 30 years. Promotions, relocations; babies conceived and babies adopted. Two of the babies born with special needs. There’s been divorces, second marriages and second divorces. The babies grew up. Some flew the nest, a couple still remain....
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.
