by Leisa A. Hammett | Feb 4, 2013 | All The Rest of Life, Art, Midlife and Beyond
Google fails me in finding the verse I recently read comparing the experience of gulping coffee to the experience of savoring tea…I paraphrase: coffee–harried and hurrying tea–savoring, soothing, sitting. Winter time for me is. Tea Time. Over...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jan 28, 2013 | All The Rest of Life, Midlife and Beyond, Spirituality
The day after Christmas I woke up angry. There was a part of Christmas that did not go as planned. (And I'm not talking about gifts here.) Aha! In dissecting it with my teacher, I got it. While my concerns were legitimate and understandable, the root of the...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jan 25, 2013 | Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
The juiciest, most voracious years of my life for loosing myself in between the pages of a library's worth of books were in my mid-20s when I rode the bus and train from the suburb of Stone Mountain to midtown Atlanta. Followed by the years I spent cumulative...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jan 21, 2013 | All The Rest of Life, Autism/Disability, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
So, here's the deal. For a long time I've had more figured out about the autism parenting journey than I have had about other parts of my life. The last two-and-a-half years have been my wake-up-punch-in-the-face after falling ever so flat and hard on said...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jan 18, 2013 | Autism/Disability, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
Bowls of black-eyed peas, mixed with corn, tomatoes, green chiles, kale and garlic immersed in chicken and vegetable broth steamed before us. It was the dinner hour of New Years Day and Grace and I had returned from our separate post Christmas holidays. The phone...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Dec 27, 2012 | Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
It's the fourth one without her. The day came and went before I realized that it was the anniversary of mother's death. She left us before Christmas, 2008. Time passes. Life goes on. But at times, the volume of memories surrounding her increases. Like now....
