Feels a wee bit vulnerable to write this: I feel like I’m experiencing a creative renaissance…. I was nervous about Monday night’s storm. Sunday night’s….Holy. Nashville had what is being called a hurricane on land. Seventy mph winds. No joke....
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...
Greetings to the echo chambers of cyberspace from a forgotten blog, marred by the convenience of Facebook, a too complicated platform, the increasing busy-ness of life. I think of you fondly and often. Sorta. Quick and dirty share here. A cut and paste from the thief...
“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....
Dominating our 20th annual Autism Awareness Month are issues of finding transportation to work; wages management;* that yet, unfinished art website, and my own next career move. Grace was diagnosed with autism in 1997—so, two decades with this known...
It has arrived. The dark of this Wednesday, the last of November. Most of the previous 29 days masqueraded as Indian summer; the chorus of fall rising in a parched crescendo at month’s end. Monday morning’s buffet brunch of chill, hue, and aroma roused my...
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.
