At the dawn of this holiday weekend, I received another of a sporadic series of videos and memes from an elder neighbor. I don’t know this spunky woman well and I assume no ill of her intent with her shares. But they are always diametrically opposed to my own...
Pandemic salve, solace, and salvation have manifested in the form of forested park walks these last nearly four months. Hardly a day has passed without their denouement. Emotional fatigue, battles of the mind, of the heart, were almost always dissected in the cocoon...
These. Are candid words. They will be offensive to some. I speak my truth. Sometimes truth hurts. I was raised Southern Baptist. It wasn’t until working for the denomination, in my fifth communications position, that I saw true Christian love demonstrated and...
COVID-19 has been many things to each of the many of us. Right now, I’m working on neutrality. It’s not an easy place. It’s a Buddhist place, although I’m not a Buddhist or anything but spiritual. By neutral, I mean attempting to observe and...
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...
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.
