RIP: Joanna Stanfield Montgomery; A Beauty & Bravery Lives On
Right now, many hearts across Nashville and beyond are broken. Hearts are hurting because that was the kind of lasting, tender magic Joanna Stanfield Montgomery bestowed upon those around her when she was living. That heart-felt glow is no longer physically present,...
You’re Invited: New Works, Plus ~ Grace Goad | Autism Art Show, Reception
Artist Grace Walker Goad turned 21 last month and all of this hawt month of July, some New Works, Plus, can be seen at the Gordon Jewish Community Center in Nashville. "The JCC" is located at 801 Percy Warner Boulevard, just off Highway 70, up "Nine Mile Hill,"...
Remembering Daddy
Mid February this year, icy conditions of Winter Storm Octavia confined millions within their home, including my only remaining family members of origin. From Tennessee to North Carolina to South Carolina. It was the latter state, where my oldest sister lives, that...
Thoughts on Charleston & Celebrating Light From My Home State
It's now two days after many of us awakened with the news of the Charleston racially motivated mass shooting that claimed, among them, a senator's life and took place in a beautiful historic African American church while its innocent and unaware and trusting members...
Helping Your Child Befriend Children who are Different
Making friends. Playdates. Sleepovers. Birthday parties. Rites of childhood, true? Not so much. Not for everyone. Not for my daughter. One of the things I grieved most in her growing up years was how her brain disorder impaired her socially and communicatively,...
Happy Double Nickel Birthday To Me
"The Journey with Grace," my blog, is seven years old this November. Each year, come June 10, I've written a "happy birthday to me" post. So, Happy Double Nickel Birthday to me. I'm halfway through my fifth decade now, and as my birth month approached, I wasn't sure...
Then. And Now. A Lifetime on the Autism Parenting Journey.
What was I thinking 18 years ago? What did I think this Now I am living would be like? Last weekend, I sat on a park bench with tears suddenly forming rivers down my face as I watched my friend, once again, interrupt our conversation to run after her special needs son...
