It’s all about unfoldment. You know. Life—that is…. The spark for this post was an art exhibit last night. Unlike the dozens of exhibits before, this one wasn’t for Grace. I’ve started creating my own visual art again, after 40+ years of...
“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....
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...
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...
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...
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.
