by Leisa A. Hammett | May 17, 2010 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Nashville Flood, Nature, Spirituality, Technology/Blogging
**Photography: Tamara Reynolds Photography, www.tamarareynoldsphotography.com We are the people of River Plantation who laid the contents of our homes curbside, the stench of mold rising in our condo-maze complex turned war zone. We are the working class folk of...
by Leisa A. Hammett | May 14, 2010 | Art, Grief & Loss, Nashville Flood
While the rest of the world seemingly goes on, we are still regrouping here in Nashville, post flood. While not everyone agrees with me, I maintain we need levity amid our heartache here. Our beloved Frist Center for the Visual Arts understood that and graciously...
by Leisa A. Hammett | May 13, 2010 | Art, Grief & Loss, Nashville Flood, Spirituality
Week Two. Peeling back the layers. Still. Painfully. Oh. So. Layers of flooring, walls, possessions, lives. And, Grief. I'm turning the wordsmithing and photo artistry over to some other blogger and photographer friends for my second #NashvilleFlood post:...
by Leisa A. Hammett | May 12, 2010 | Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Motherhood, Spirituality
To another special needs mother-writer, I once joked about writing a piece entitled: "They stared bad." She choked, almost spitting out the sweet southern iced tea she was sipping as we waited for the arrival of our lunch order. If you have a special...
by Leisa A. Hammett | May 10, 2010 | All The Rest of Life, Art, Grief & Loss, Nashville Flood, Spirituality
Every time I get clear and clear the way, I am amazed at what I accomplish. I am remarrying this summer (another manifestation,) and we finally found a home two weekends back. I was so blown away when I walked in and found so many details just as I'd envisioned:...
by Leisa A. Hammett | May 7, 2010 | Art, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
Fridays here usually focus on the Arts. Mothering is an Art. And my Mother was a work of Art. And right now, I'm missing her a hell of a lot. (And no she wouldn't approve of me saying h-e-double-hockey sticks here.) I'm not missing my mother–who died...
