Author Archives: heidi

I was nervous, but there was nothing to worry about. The kids in our children’s theater company absolutely rocked at dress rehearsal today! They spoke clearly, stayed in character between lines, and nailed every song. I could get hooked on … Continue reading →

i resist stillness at dawn prefer doing believe coffee alone be enough send me into the day ready i know better pull a blanket over my shoulders feet, crossed legs breathe into morning meditation words i’ve heard for years sanity … Continue reading →

Grandma Katz was growing weak, appearing older than her 76 years, afflicted with an illness that grows in the soil of a life time spent worrying, compulsively focusing on a perfection that lives ever on the planes of impossible. She … Continue reading →

In my early twenties, I drove in amazingly beautiful and equally dangerous weather. The first time, on a bright afternoon, snow flew in swirling masses toward the windshield. I could only see a a few feet beyond the hood. I … Continue reading →

I’m stalling in the place between poetic prose and silence. Quiet, slightly intimidated by everyday life and the prospect of accountability, routine. I wither there, I think. Or do I? I don’t really know anymore. Some semblance of routine has … Continue reading →

Watch this short video before reading further. Last night, I almost didn’t take my boys to the library for a viewing of this documentary. That would have been a huge loss. I completely forgot there was even a viewing to … Continue reading →

Since I joined Open Salon last September, I’ve been considering writing a post where I tell how Sharon, aka mimetalker, has influenced my life. My first thought was that I should ask permission, then she left this: “13. In full … Continue reading →

what are you gonna do with all this quiet hold it at arms length with your face turned away, singing, “nanny nanny boo boo, you can’t catch me” tap it out in free verse carry it in your pocket for … Continue reading →

Indecision is the first clue, then guilt. Spontaneous creativity that normally makes family life fun begins to fade, replaced by direct, plain spoken instructions like, “Go to your room. Close the door. Come out when you’re no longer interested in … Continue reading →

My children don’t read most of what I write, but they know other people do. They only read stories about themselves and facebook status updates where I tell that Super Man is in the building as a way of sharing … Continue reading →