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...
“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...
In February, I stepped into a new role. Or, in someways a paid role of many of the things I was already doing. Here’s the deets as published on TennesseeWorks’s blog: What if, similar to the training families can receive about special education advocacy...
A lot has happened in 30 years. Promotions, relocations; babies conceived and babies adopted. Two of the babies born with special needs. There’s been divorces, second marriages and second divorces. The babies grew up. Some flew the nest, a couple still remain....
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.
