Author Archives: heidi

a warm winter afternoon, barely dancing leaves still securely attached to a small bush at the center of our picture window, as if they belonged there forever. patches of sunlight framing the neighbor’s damp, leftover autumn leaves, my sister-in-law walking … Continue reading →

  Boys will be boys. Every time I hear it, my heart breaks. No harm intended by the speaker, after all, boys will be… what? I don’t know the answer. I had a new thought beyond the way the conversation … Continue reading →

I lean close to the mirror beneath fluorescent lights and wish I hadn’t given myself a clear view of every wrinkle and pore, age that doesn’t show up in photos taken of tanned faces beneath summer’s sunlight five years ago, … Continue reading →

So… we had to go to the store tonight (for health reasons, so waiting until Saturday wasn’t an option), for an item you would find at a Hardware store or Target. But I decided to go to Walmart, assuming other … Continue reading →

one all-day in pajamas, beneath uniformly light, and later dark gray skies, wrapped in her husband’s too-big autumn jacket, her hands poking out of tattered sleeves, feet on the heater, soft rain tapping the roof top, near silence indoors, her … Continue reading →

I was going to be an English teacher when I grew up (that was my answer when pressed to share information that felt like my business and not a conversation piece), until I couldn’t stand within the school’s thick brick … Continue reading →

I see the box in a shadow behind closed eyelids, a portrait of my computer screen, its light etched, for the moment, in my vision. I hear the fan’s whir beside my son. It stirs a thin sheet of humidity, … Continue reading →

Fear circles, attached to nothing, floating there like it belongs, an untouchable shadow. I reach for word following word, tears prick the back of my eyes, I feel the universe stretching out endlessly, and time – the never knowing one … Continue reading →

there’s little to say before midnight. i could speak if you were here. we would play chess until clouds began to race over a sky-high moon, and we stop to lay beneath the stars and whisper, isn’t it amazing

I like a cool-weather, sunshine-bathed morning, slowly drinking steamy dark roast, each sip a prayer, Thank You Writing and blanket-washing top today’s agenda though comforters can wait until tomorrow if my pen hits a hot streak and takes me home … Continue reading →