by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 13, 2014 | Art, Autism/Disability, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!, Nature
One year. Ten years. Sixteen. Eighteen. Nineteen. I remember those significant birthdays of my daughter. But, as a friend suggested yesterday, today's number is pivotal. Not only is my daughter no longer a child, she is no longer an adolescent. She is fully an...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 10, 2014 | Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Spirituality
Recently, I was a part of a good-sized group of women for a fabulous project. We had numerous photos taken of our group and were filmed several times. Which…gave us ample opportunity to do that thing that women nowadays do: self-deprecate. Some of us were...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 3, 2014 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!
A small, rainbow-colored glass magnet attaches her picture to the side of our fridge. The photo freeze frames her donning a graduation hat, perched slightly crooked with a large bobby pin securing a cowlick-y clump of hair near the backside of her head. The girl in...
by Leisa A. Hammett | May 11, 2014 | Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Spirituality, Travel
Blush. My daughter, Grace, turns 20 in one month. And Easter weekend was the first time the two of us ever took off on our own together. Not for a winding interstate trip through the mountains to our South Carolina family. Just us two on an adventure, the destination,...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Apr 24, 2014 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!, Spirituality, Technology/Blogging
This post was scheduled to publish on Monday but did not until today, Thursday, because my blog's PLATFORM, Typepad, was attacked. (Meaning anyone who uses Typepad to host their blog heard crickets for about five days. Nada. It nothing personal to me, but...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Apr 14, 2014 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!
Life is a series of graduations, and motherhood, even more so a myriad. Birth mothers graduate from a less complicated life to nine months of anticipation to caretaker of the minutiae ad nauseum of the newborn delight of their heart. Those wee ones graduate from the...
