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....
I never expect her. Yet, on time. She arrives at my doorstep. DING-donnngg! She presses the doorbell and flees. She does this every year. She rouses me with a hushed puff of temperate air, cruelly announcing with knowledge that I should have but still manage to...
“Ok riddle me this,” a smart friend posted on Facebook. “How is it possible that disability is completely foreign to the public at large when 1 in 4 adults in the U.S. have a disability that impacts major life activities?” Her question time...
This weekend early summer crawled, slithered, darted, flew, droned, chirped, and bit. Nature was everywhere inside and outside my condo. Parades of black ants feasted on kitchen delights that evaded my eyesight. The only bug I just despise—besides maybe roaches—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.
