http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/ en-us 2010-02-25T00:45:45-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/001009.html A Poem for Matthew from Devyn and Mommy 10/06/07 I like that you're my brother. I like that you're my son. Violets are blue Flowers are red How I love to see you bouncing on your bed Violets are blue... heidi 2010-02-25T00:45:45-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/001008.html He was 9 months old then... Matthew I would rather have no time for poetry if it's because I'm your mother Loving you in my arms smiling struggling to grow Engrossed in a pile of toys needing to be waited... heidi 2010-02-24T19:52:59-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/001006.html I'm too tired to be articulate about this week, but need to share. Saturday my mom and I opened a chapter of the Children's Theater Company which entailed 4 hours of children's classes and 2 hours of parent introduction meetings.... heidi 2010-02-22T22:35:55-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/001000.html I cried all the way home from the work site where the camp bus dropped us off. I curled up in a ball in the hatch. My heart ached like I had never known. I remember a light sky, my... heidi 2010-02-02T21:26:06-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000999.html I don't remember 7th grade. I loved my school, teachers, friends. I often showed up late. I did my work. I didn't talk back to any teacher. I just didn't take notice enough to remember. I didn't notice, but my... heidi 2010-02-01T22:49:41-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000998.html If I were eating smoked salmon and goat cheese at home right now, it would taste like a jubilant wild song, unedited conversation, a wide open room with flowers and lots of bright noises just beyond the edge. If I... heidi 2010-01-31T21:28:43-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000997.html I'm sitting cross legged, white satiny slippers still on my feet, on the soft white living room chair from Grandma Amy. I'm still in my pjs at three in the afternoon, resting, eating, trying to hold off a cold. Over... heidi 2010-01-30T15:33:56-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000994.html Though I didn't want to think it, I did. I thought I needed a perfect space to write, a clean house, quiet room, clear beginning mind, desire to write at that moment. Well, not write, but write well. Until now,... heidi 2010-01-29T22:12:45-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000993.html Mrs. Rogers thick, rich accent came from growing up in the south I'm sure. She sat straight in her teachers chair at the front of the room, the west wall, in front of the chalk board she used often. If... heidi 2010-01-28T16:22:48-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000992.html Kitchen timer click ticks consistently form it's perch on the back of the stove, keeping time for the experimental blueberry muffins in the oven. I'm in the funk I get in at this phase of any effort, the beginning after... heidi 2010-01-28T00:19:25-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000990.html I look all around me at the campus cafe. Each in his own world, face engaged in the study of their choosing or some requirement needed to get there. It's Important work, studying. Studying for a degree, that symbol of... heidi 2010-01-26T21:22:51-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000989.html From the day after I turned 17 I waited tables, up until Devyn joined our family. I tried a few other things, but always went back to the fun of visiting a few minutes here and there with regulars, cheap... heidi 2010-01-25T17:23:24-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000987.html Can you feel that first wave of tired, the point when sleep would come easily, sweetly, where you'd sleep through the night, and wake wonderfully refreshed, ready to take on the new day? Is no one else needing your attention?... heidi 2010-01-24T21:53:48-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000986.html One of us just walks away...for good. I have your number for a time, your new address, a few memories of your face with the back drop of new walls, your new home in this odd and unfamiliar little town... heidi 2010-01-24T20:48:17-06:00 http://heidi.orangecrayon.com/archives/000985.html This one better write itself or nothing will be laid on this page. I want to write about how different DFW Texas and Mississipi are from Central Illinois in matters of socializing, either with a friend or with a new... heidi 2010-01-23T20:45:30-06:00