“AWEtistic People:” Spiritual Savants Yearning to Teach Us
Gayle Lee, my friend and a mentor-from-a-distance, was always blazing trails of creativity, accesibility and spirituality for her own daughter with autism. Grace and I would pursue a unique or seldom pursued (in the autism/disAbility community) activity or lead and...
H2H Book Photographer Rebekah Pope & Others Exhibit @ Jewish Community Ctr.
Funny how life works. Meeting friends and friends of friends for drinks led to a lead of a local photographer who photographs special needs children. That's how I first met Nashville native Rebekah Pope in Fall 2008 when she did a portrait session with my...
Fruits of Summer: Lisa Ernst’s “Raspberries”
"Art imitating Life?" Featured here, artist Lisa Ernst work, "Raspberries." (Acrylic on canvas.) When I received Ernst's newsletter several months back, this lush still life screamed SUMMER! to me. May you enjoy feasting your visual...
Listen. Know. The Path of Autism
She's embarking on an unforseen journey, my new friend. To her and others fresh to parenting a child with autism, I share from my experience that began nearly a decade and a half: Knowing in your heart of hearts that all will be well. All IS well ...though...
Shaker Art Collection @ Frist
More than 270 Shaker art objects—furniture, drawings, household objects, textiles, baskets and kitchen implements--debut at Nashville's Frist Center for the Visual Arts Friday, May 20. "Gather Up the Fragments" focuses upon the collection of...
Getting Real. What a College Degree Means…or Does Not
It's graduation time. Going back over some older "Journey with Grace" blog posts--mining their contents for my current book project--I found this post I'd never published....I imagine that especially for families who have typically developing...
Rumi: Dealing w/ Life’s Unexpected Visitors
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and attend them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows Who violently sweep your house Empty of its...
