Author Archives: heidi

Hi Friends, We’re back in the hospital room with my mom. I haven’t talked to the surgeon or his staff, but he felt that she was stable enough to come back to her room rather than go to ICU for … Continue reading →

A poem must bee ritten on behaf uv food-laden laptop keybords, uv the littul bits that will never be remooved from beside the letter K, Qtips that cleen the alfabet nun too often, the embairrussment of handing your compyuter to … Continue reading →

Hi Friends, It’s 7:30pm Saturday. Yesterday my mom had surgery on her neck. If my understanding is correct, the surgeon removed three vertebrae, then replaced them with, well, replacements, and added a metal plate. This was done from the front. … Continue reading →

I couldn’t know he was/we were going to be a certain gift, broken love, friendship forever. One summer dusk, tattered cuffs hanging off the curb, me watching as he, straight blond hair hung over grey eyes, taught himself to play … Continue reading →

I used to sit on the cold wood floor to pray, aware of a connection to spiritual warriors who sleep on dried mud. I aimed for an outward experience of humility. Children humble me now. Every tear shed at my … Continue reading →

It’s no wonder I’m thinking laundry can wait til morning. Sleet bouncing on the rooftop is for pajamas, yawning, soft music letting legos in their piles be uniquely organized floor ornaments I walk around on the way to gathering another … Continue reading →

I have looked out of my third story window to the sidewalk below, and seen people floating, rather than walking, but I didn’t blink. I knew they had been doing this all along. I visited my aunt’s farm at sunset, … Continue reading →

I keep picturing carrots, shredded in the food processor, added to the batter, cake in the oven, then I see myself enjoying a piece of cake with hot coffee, a sunny afternoon just right for this moment. I imagine going … Continue reading →

Why sadness when following one’s calling? It’s the letting go, caressing your emotions, comforting your fears, then setting them in a safe place and carrying on in opposition to their plea for you to continue only the familiar, well worn … Continue reading →

If you were in our back yard, feet cooling in the sled-turned-wading-pool, you would have noticed her tight blond curls, the way she sat up straight in the seat her mother’s arms made, bent and wrapped around feet that had … Continue reading →