Pandemic salve, solace, and salvation have manifested in the form of forested park walks these last nearly four months. Hardly a day has passed without their denouement. Emotional fatigue, battles of the mind, of the heart, were almost always dissected in the cocoon...
Happy birthday, yesterday, to my only child. My daughter. My baby—now grown up young woman. Last year you turned a quarter of a century and those closest to you gathered at a restaurant and celebrated your milestone birthday. This year, while only a year older, of...
The act of becoming a mother means that some invisible hand of life-emotions reaches down into the very pit of your heart and takes a wrench hold. You will never be the same. You have joined the universal community of motherhood. There’s no turning back. If one...
It was the second time it happened. The first was in 1997, during the throes of grief and uncertainty after my 27-month-old had just been diagnosed with autism. The second time was sometime around 2006 or 2007. Sometime between relationships. I was at a redlight. Both...
I wasn’t raised in a family that laughed a lot. Except maybe at the expense of one another. Hello. ?♀️ (Code: Enneagram 8.) But as I’ve loosened and blossomed more and more into my essence through years, plus, with years of deliberate hard work on the...
COVID Quarantine Week…5? Or is it 6? I don’t remember anymore. What I do know is that I crashed bottom. Ironically, I wrote an unpublished post last week about the value of seeking therapy when one is hurting. I didn’t publish it because there was...
From Heartache to Hope: middle tennessee families living with autism, a book by Leisa A. Hammett & photographer Rebekah Pope. Click here for more info plus ordering details.
