by LeisaHammett | Apr 20, 2015 | Art, Autism/Disability, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!
Nashville Film Festival Features Documentary About Youth w/ Autism in Transition 4/23 A first kiss, a first dance. These are the rites of passage of American youth that hold the promise of magic, romance, and initiation into adulthood. For youth from all walks...
by LeisaHammett | Apr 16, 2015 | Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Obama/Politics, Spirituality
In our nearly two-decades-old, small, local meet-up group of moms with sons and daughters who have disAbilities, (plus a dad or two, and a few friends who work on behalf of our community,) we call her the queen. Not just any queen, but the Queen Mother. Or,...
by LeisaHammett | Mar 23, 2015 | Art, Autism/Disability, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nature, Spirituality
You matter. Of course you do. But somewhere in the course of parenting, self-care for moms and dads (especially moms) is often forgotten. Here’s the deal: You are the foundation of your family. If the foundation is not sturdy, how will you support your...
by LeisaHammett | Mar 12, 2015 | Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!, Spirituality
We bonded during the last hour of the day. A panelist at the close of the first-ever conference for midlife bloggers asked the audience of 100 women if any of us found certain types of stories that resonated with their readers. I raised my hand. But, Cathy...
by LeisaHammett | Mar 5, 2015 | Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!, Spirituality, Technology/Blogging
Ready? Cue the eyeballs to roll. I’m sure some of my Facebook friends knew this blog post was coming. So, what does The Buddha have to do with the Icepocalypse, as we called Storm Octavia here in Nashville? And Pandora. And Thor….Opportunity, my...
by LeisaHammett | Feb 13, 2015 | Art, Autism/Disability, Divorce, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!
“What is it about what I’ve said that’s upsetting to you?” There was an awkward pause in our conversation. I looked up to the ceiling, sniffed, and then reached across the kitchen table and grabbed a tissue to blot the tear that had just...
