by Leisa A. Hammett | Jul 26, 2013 | All The Rest of Life, Midlife and Beyond, Spirituality
A good night's sleep, I had. It began on the sofa where I intentionally pulled a throw over myself and stretched out until midnight, when I then proceeded to my bed. A good night's sleep + a shower and the revelation came: Jealousy stems from belief in...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jul 17, 2013 | Autism/Disability, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!, Nature
Our family–which in this case includes Grace's father–from whom I am divorced–his wife and my dear oldest sister and her husband and I–have managed to create a nice little summer rhythm for our beloved Grace. In late May, Grace ends her...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jul 8, 2013 | Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!
You know those extra special moments of your child's growing up years? The ones that are forever seared into the memory banks of motherhood? Yeah, those. I have one that is particularly special to my daughter's childhood. Last month my girl turned 19. But this...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 26, 2013 | All The Rest of Life, Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
Yep. I've been a bit grousey here this summer. But, I'm on the uphill swing for a week-and-a-half now and creating and celebrating little pleasures have gone a long way in the mood elevation department. Little things like: sitting in the porch glider and...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 21, 2013 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
Wow! With a shock I realized this week that we are half-way through our summer. The new Metro Schools' summer. You know. The one where the parents were allowed to vote on year-round school and they voted "no," and the system decided to do it anyway by...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 14, 2013 | Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
There she goes. Just as captured in this picture last night. Grace's speed tends to be break neck and then at other times draggin'-her-feet-slow. Last night, as you see, was the former. That is, last night–the end of the first day of her 19th year. And...
