by Leisa A. Hammett | Sep 8, 2010 | Autism/Disability, Motherhood
copyright: Leisa A. Hammett Today my 16-year-old declared victory. Her mother (that would be me) caved and finally said "Yes," to her daughter's insistence that she wear to school the pretty little sandals her doting aunt gave her this summer. The school...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Aug 10, 2010 | Autism/Disability, Motherhood
Greeting blog peeps! Thank you for being here and reading. Obviously, remote blogging during our honeymoon did not happen. I didn't have it in me. We came back one week ago and it took that much time to stop feeling fatigued. Not that our wonderful 12 days in the...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jul 8, 2010 | Autism/Disability, Divorce, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
Three generations of our new home. Photo taken MLK Weekend, 2010, Chattanooga 3-D Aquarium's IMAX Theater. WELCOME to Dee & Leisa's Grand Adventure! Starring Dee and Leisa and Ruth, the wacky 83-year-old in-law of Leisa, and mother of Dee, plus, an...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 29, 2010 | All The Rest of Life, Autism/Disability, Divorce, Motherhood, Nature, Spirituality, Travel
Photo: copyright, Leisa A. Hammett, Western Lake, Grayton Beach, Fla.Simple. The question: "Why are you Grateful for your family?" It was asked on my client social media site on Mother's Day. I loved answering it so much that I decided to share my...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 22, 2010 | Autism/Disability, Divorce, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood
Umm, I never know how to talk about divorce, marriage and motherhood in the context of having done it once before and on the precipice of doing it again (minus the new baby part). Finally, in about my seventh year post divorce, I figured out what to call my former...
by Leisa A. Hammett | Jun 16, 2010 | Autism/Disability, Divorce, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Spirituality, Travel
*Fall, 2009, Our Beloved Grayton Beach. Copyright: M. Dee Hamilton One week after I moved into our new home, I turned half a century. At this point I'm maybe shin deep in boxes, but the Big Day–I was still over at the Old House culling out 16 years worth of...
