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...
It’s odd how much can change in four month’s time. Especially while wading through the warped reality of a pandemic. Before COVID-19 came knocking, back when 2020 made its sparkly and starry-eyed with-hope-and-great- promise debut, I reconnected...
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.
