Mother always said: “If you point a finger at someone, remember, you have four pointing back at you!” So. As I write on the scorching hot topic of judging, I’m highly cognizant that I’m outnumbered in the pointy finger department. I’m...
The act of becoming a mother means that some invisible hand of life-emotions reaches down into the very pit of your heart and takes a wrench hold. You will never be the same. You have joined the universal community of motherhood. There’s no turning back. If one...
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....
It was the second time it happened. The first was in 1997, during the throes of grief and uncertainty after my 27-month-old had just been diagnosed with autism. The second time was sometime around 2006 or 2007. Sometime between relationships. I was at a redlight. Both...
“Every now and again take a good look at something not made with hands—a mountain, a star, the turn of a stream. There will come to you wisdom and patience and solace, and above all, the assurance that you are not alone in this world.”—Sidney Lovett One of...
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...
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.
