Author Archives: heidi

He was 9 months old then… Matthew I would rather have no time for poetry if it’s because I’m your mother Loving you in my arms smiling struggling to grow Engrossed in a pile of toys needing to be waited … Continue reading →

I’m too tired to be articulate about this week, but need to share. Saturday my mom and I opened a chapter of the Children’s Theater Company which entailed 4 hours of children’s classes and 2 hours of parent introduction meetings. … Continue reading →

I cried all the way home from the work site where the camp bus dropped us off. I curled up in a ball in the hatch. My heart ached like I had never known. I remember a light sky, my … Continue reading →

I don’t remember 7th grade. I loved my school, teachers, friends. I often showed up late. I did my work. I didn’t talk back to any teacher. I just didn’t take notice enough to remember. I didn’t notice, but my … Continue reading →

If I were eating smoked salmon and goat cheese at home right now, it would taste like a jubilant wild song, unedited conversation, a wide open room with flowers and lots of bright noises just beyond the edge. If I … Continue reading →

I’m sitting cross legged, white satiny slippers still on my feet, on the soft white living room chair from Grandma Amy. I’m still in my pjs at three in the afternoon, resting, eating, trying to hold off a cold. Over … Continue reading →

Though I didn’t want to think it, I did. I thought I needed a perfect space to write, a clean house, quiet room, clear beginning mind, desire to write at that moment. Well, not write, but write well. Until now, … Continue reading →

Mrs. Rogers thick, rich accent came from growing up in the south I’m sure. She sat straight in her teachers chair at the front of the room, the east wall, in front of the chalk board she used often. If … Continue reading →

Kitchen timer click ticks consistently form it’s perch on the back of the stove, keeping time for the experimental blueberry muffins in the oven. I’m in the funk I get in at this phase of any effort, the beginning after … Continue reading →

I look all around me at the campus cafe. Each in his own world, face engaged in the study of their choosing or some requirement needed to get there. It’s Important work, studying. Studying for a degree, that symbol of … Continue reading →