Author Archives: heidi

I stayed up until 4am with you enchanted by your melodious voice hanging on every word I sat so still in your glow when I dared move, slowly I uncoiled one limb at a time I did not wish to … Continue reading →

My mom knew I would love a gamer (D&D type) before I did. She sent herself a letter with his name on it to prove out the timing of her Aha! moment to any doubters. That letter is in our … Continue reading →

“The education and training of children is among the most meritorious acts of humankind…” – Abdu’l-Baha In honor of my friend Rebecca’s dedication to her countless children and because the efforts of teachers are so often overlooked, I’m suggesting each … Continue reading →

it’s not much, this slow motion dance after first snow under blankets, letting Wailin’ Jenny’s wrap around my shoulders daddy asleep or reading quiet in our bedroom let me sleep four hours earlier I sit, listening to children braille late … Continue reading →

I’ve written notes in my mind for weeks I was going to tell a story like children do compose it for breakfast like grown ups do with morning coffee I was going to write a dance then you might know … Continue reading →

I decided to take on the NaNoWriMo challenge. Every day since November 1st I’ve written a little more of a first draft of my fist book. The only exception was the day of Joe’s funeral. I finished today! By the … Continue reading →

Last Monday, a creeping unpleasant feeling worked it’s way behind my eyes. This wisp of foulness increased slowly but steadily until, by Wednesday, I was trying not be sour about the Holiday weekend. In our home, traditional Holidays were ignored. … Continue reading →

walking sideways baking apple cider cake/writing because I have to messing up knock knock jokes dog sitting/grandpa checking/too much just this moment/okay before and after now precious boy follows me around the kitchen, standing still in my path my smile … Continue reading →

SEXISM 1. discriminatory or abusive behavior towards members of the opposite sex I was 26 and independent, sitting on a curb outside Whole Foods on a cool summer night, chatting on my cell, sipping an iced cappuccino. Shaun was talking … Continue reading →

unaware I am breathing sun dust placeless invisible free of me no reflection time sleeps ash hangs beneath billows ringlet rainbow descends cities storms windmills palace of swirls I fly see nothing save purple teal sky streaks pinwheels dance splashing … Continue reading →