Happy birthday, yesterday, to my only child. My daughter. My baby—now grown up young woman. Last year you turned a quarter of a century and those closest to you gathered at a restaurant and celebrated your milestone birthday. This year, while only a year older, of...
Today, June 10, I celebrate 60. I embrace my age, I embrace aging. To age is a privilege. More to learn, feel, grow, taste, dance, paint, write into words, celebrate—if I be so fortunate. I thought I might channel some “wise words” to write here. But, they...
Dear Peeps, You know why we’re having racial protests right smack in the middle of a pandemic, don’t you? Think hard with me here….In this sub-series in The Journey with Grace—”Grace in the Time of Corona,” I’ve been writing about...
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...
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.
