COVID-19 has been many things to each of the many of us. Right now, I’m working on neutrality. It’s not an easy place. It’s a Buddhist place, although I’m not a Buddhist or anything but spiritual. By neutral, I mean attempting to observe and...
Happy birthday, yesterday, to my only child. My daughter. My baby—now grown up young woman. Last year you turned a quarter of a century and those closest to you gathered at a restaurant and celebrated your milestone birthday. This year, while only a year older, of...
Dear Peeps, You know why we’re having racial protests right smack in the middle of a pandemic, don’t you? Think hard with me here….In this sub-series in The Journey with Grace—”Grace in the Time of Corona,” I’ve been writing about...
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...
I wasn’t raised in a family that laughed a lot. Except maybe at the expense of one another. Hello. ?♀️ (Code: Enneagram 8.) But as I’ve loosened and blossomed more and more into my essence through years, plus, with years of deliberate hard work on the...
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.
