Author Archives: heidi

  I’m letting night come on naturally, allowing dusk and then dark evening to envelop my home. The boys have a window open and a small light on in their bunk, a temporary Lego fortress. Some days, some hours, the … Continue reading →

Several tiny birds have hopped near my outdoor cafe seat. The moment they’re close enough to touch, a handful of these miracles glide away. For want of wings, we strapped cloth and sticks to our backs and jumped from high … Continue reading →

Batman pajamas wiggle by the kitchen table with a handful of cards for a hot Go-Fish game An hour after noon, and there’s really no hurry “The List” is long enough but not worth depleting our opportunities to giggle and … Continue reading →

I hadn’t owned a TV in years. So on 9/11/01, I would have had to make a special effort to watch the news. Rather than go to a friend’s house in order to see, and not just hear about, what … Continue reading →

Barely aware of naked branches bent beneath an inch of snow just outside the office window, I was a weeping stone before the lighted altar of images of what I believed to be my geographical savior. I called up the … Continue reading →

Why do we call the normal so many of us work toward “The Rat Race” and “getting ahead”? Neither one sounds or is in practice an attractive goal (to me). If getting ahead means being out of debt and having … Continue reading →

Naked boys, like bullets of cute dart everywhere at once An age of modesty comes later He’ll trade in pastels for punctuality We’ll say he’s maturing well not like an egg, but a flower Soft, red petals atop a thorny … Continue reading →

I came to the edge-of-town Starbucks to be near the open road I came to feel moonlit wind on my face Head tilted skyward, eyes closed, tears press forward Every inch is still so damn planned out here until only … Continue reading →

The lingering point (for me today – tomorrow may be another revelation) from the most amazing talk ever*, is this: We do not see ourselves as we are. We see ourselves as we think other people see us. Whether I … Continue reading →

Smooth jazz, iced decaf warm, humid, windless hour before dusk I am perched beneath a sheltering canopy and a hundred grey clouds ready to burst Ash trays on empty tables vacant chairs for company A tall girl with an orange … Continue reading →