Mother’s day. This year’s Hallmark celebration came and went. And, my own Mother’s been gone for seven years now. Oddly, I feel closer to her now than I may have ever felt when she was living. That’s due mostly to the shifts within me. I spoke...
Funny how time renders perspective. Even a different way of looking at things once held as definitive truth and “the way.” The “right” way. I now get it. I totally get why that older mom was so miffed and would mouth off against research versus...
In our nearly two-decades-old, small, local meet-up group of moms with sons and daughters who have disAbilities, (plus a dad or two, and a few friends who work on behalf of our community,) we call her the queen. Not just any queen, but the Queen Mother. Or,...
Here, in Nashville, there’s a muted silence in the air these chilly, crisp pre-spring days. I’m calling it in between time. The few intermittent days of warm, glorious sunshine brought the buzz of activity. Now, there’s a hush in the air again. A...
We bonded during the last hour of the day. A panelist at the close of the first-ever conference for midlife bloggers asked the audience of 100 women if any of us found certain types of stories that resonated with their readers. I raised my hand. But, Cathy...
Ready? Cue the eyeballs to roll. I’m sure some of my Facebook friends knew this blog post was coming. So, what does The Buddha have to do with the Icepocalypse, as we called Storm Octavia here in Nashville? And Pandora. And Thor….Opportunity, my...
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.
