We’ve enjoyed our daily trips to the park especially in these times of tense, hushed uncertainty as we weather the global COVID-19 pandemic. There’s been extra soul solace in the bright mossy greens and fading cover of brown leaves, interrupted by the...
If I got to the post office early enough before I headed to work in midtown Atlanta, I reasoned, I could beat the mailman and claim the package I knew my father had sent me. It was Valentines Day, and like every year that I could remember, my Daddy had gifted myself...
It’s all about unfoldment. You know. Life—that is…. The spark for this post was an art exhibit last night. Unlike the dozens of exhibits before, this one wasn’t for Grace. I’ve started creating my own visual art again, after 40+ years of...
“The world is a small place.” So the saying goes. And, Nashville? Forget that “six degrees of separation” theory. Our exploding, yet still tenaciously maintained friendliness here puts us at more like four, three or less degrees of separation....
“I am invisible.” Silver-haired, attractive, the woman seated in the back self-identified as a 60something. Her pain was familiar. It is familiar to most every “woman of a certain age.” The occasion of her comment was midweek at a “Men...
Woman after woman. Friend after friend. In the last two weeks, I’ve read so many #MeToo and #WhyIDidntReport Facebook threads of women sharing that they were also sexually assaulted. Epidemic. Although I shared my #MeToo *sexual harassment* on Facebook a year...
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.
