Author Archives: heidi

For reasons which amount to a long and boring story, my husband brought home a mainstream brand of clear dish washing liquid. The significance here is that I always pick up a lesser known brand of eco-friendly dish soap at … Continue reading →

Pet sitting started at 8am when I fed Sasha and let her out in the backyard. Between bouts of taking care of business, she barked at neighbor chickens and dogs, wandered around sniffing grass, and spent an impressive amount of … Continue reading →

In no particular order: – reading a beautiful poem that becomes a shimmering presence in the room – Matthew’s toothless smile that he is so proud of – conversing with one of my boys when both of us are relaxed, … Continue reading →

Words the just-right syllables disappear as I reach for my pen I wonder if these poems I set out to compose intend to exist in verse or are they a message in my muscles and not words at all I … Continue reading →

Today, we rest in grandma and grandpa’s dark living room with its unfinished wood floors and wandering felines, a space that gently suggests I set aside my to do list. Matthew, mesmerized before pbs kids, plays with a space recently … Continue reading →

  When I pray in the morning, I have a list, certain people I consider beyond my family, goals I once again hand over to God. Often, half an hour of peaceful meditation, my thoughts ever returning to spiritual realms, … Continue reading →

Matthew danced all over our yard when dandelions and violets finally emerged after a long cold winter.  He gathered a handful of yellow flowers, placed them in a mini mug, added water and set them on our dining room table.  … Continue reading →

  Living between empty walls, rolling with the wind in my imaginings of a near-at-hand future, grounded indefinitely, waiting. “Who will live here while we explore our country?” I wonder, allowing myself to not care just now. Mulched the garden, … Continue reading →

The boy dancing in the middle asked if we could get the drums out after virtues class.  Drumming together turned out to be the unplanned second class, virtues: creativity and unity. For a few perfect minutes, while drumming with five … Continue reading →

“Mom,  when I grow up I’m going to create a potion that makes wings grow out of my back. I’ll fly and never own a stinky car.  It will be like having a super powered hover craft.  In winter, when … Continue reading →