by Leisa A. Hammett | Dec 13, 2011 | Autism/Disability, Divorce, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!, Obama/Politics
Despite my self-pledge to post less and keep it lighter this holiday, today's post today is published in honor of the thousands of Tennesseans living with disAbilities who receive minimal but important funds from The Family Support Program, which is currently on...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Dec 7, 2011 | Divorce, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Spirituality
Bite. Pull. Tear. Quickly: lick the juice before it streams a forearm's length. This morning I stood above my kitchen sink peeling an orange for breakfast. As I sloughed the thick rind, bearing the translucent juice-bursting slices, I thought of her. And when I...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Nov 21, 2011 | Midlife and Beyond
Tell me: Why do we fear what we all, as humans–if we are lucky–will become? And that is: Old. Why do we disrespect what we will someday be? Why, when we are still young, do we embrace stereotypes about a certain age? Stereotypes that damn us and perpetuate...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Nov 14, 2011 | Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
I am my mother's daughter. I am my mother's daughter when I entertain company. Any occasion for her was an occasion to serve her signature chicken curry or chocolate fudge-icing bundt cake and Maxwell House coffee. I love to entertain. She used to say I was...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Nov 2, 2011 | Art, Autism/Disability, Divorce, Grief & Loss, H2H, Our Book, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!, Spirituality
From a Facebook discussion on this "Journey with Grace" post: The Language of Loss: Putting Grief Into Words, featuring grief writing retreat leader/author Amy Lyles Wilson: "Grief is that which surpasses words…the deepest groans of our hearts....
by Leisa A. Hammett | Oct 28, 2011 | Art, Autism/Disability, Divorce, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Nashville!, Spirituality
October days in Nashville can be surprisingly toasty but forthcoming winter breezes whisk away the humidity. It was such a day nearly eight years ago. I stood in line at an author's booth at our city's annual beloved and acclaimed Southern Festival of Books. I...
