Author Archives: heidi

I don’t mean to be afraid of thunder, lightning, and heavy rainfall. I don’t want to be nervous about sharing this detail of my emotional life. Superstition snakes in, telling me that spilling my thoughts will give them form and … Continue reading →

June 22nd we started moving into our RV. We’re living in a campgrounds  ten miles from our house and the towns where most of our family lives. Our departure date is October 21st. We’re planning to head southwest, spending the … Continue reading →

I look across the kitchen table at my eleven year old son, and in a moment of grace, I forget our growing pains, his manifested discontent, that I’ve been cloaked in my own frustration all morning; a discomfort triggered by … Continue reading →

Not blocked. Waiting. Nearly identical. I came to Starbuck’s end of last summer. Early evenings, my time to write. I was on assignment. Thirty posts in thirty days. Try. Revise, rest, get feedback, revise again, publish. Time bent for my … Continue reading →

When I (feel I) have done all I can for the time being, I am good. Centered, content, joyful, skipping down side streets, possessed of a light, swaying step, singing along with my eyes closed, a companion of every emotion, … Continue reading →

I have been silenced by transition I go mute, for if you see me my world will crumble (I have seen it happen) You will know I am made of paper I’ll speak later, at the other side of time … Continue reading →

on our front step, alone cicada song, coffee, hazelnut chocolate the air is wet and heavy, at dusk i’m in love lawn to mow, laundry to fold, bushes to trim i left a list on the passenger seat grey clouds, … Continue reading →

Is it optimism that sees beauty here, that believes Rachel Beckwith is surrounded in the most loving embrace, in the arms of children who have lost their lives for want of clean water? Yet as I write this, I cry … Continue reading →

I could wake at sunrise, drink in dawn, hold solitude like a diamond, turning it round and round in a soft ray of morning. But then there is the day stretching on. I am no longer the observer, single woman, … Continue reading →

Night before last, I met a kitten when her tiger-striped, orange face popped out of the toilet. I was not at all disconcerted by her comfort in water or her fascinating location. She jumped out, dry and fluffy. In a … Continue reading →