Author Archives: heidi

Meet Freddy. He’s big, huge, enormous! He sheds, drools, barks and wags. He lives in a small house owned by Little Man. Freddy takes up 1/3 of the house. Little Man Loves Freddy. Freddy lets Little Man use him as … Continue reading →

I promise myself I’ll get to balance the check book, eat a spoonful of chocolate frosting and stretch out my crossed legs once I write something. Allison and I used to walk through clothing aisles for fun. We’d search for … Continue reading →

I ate breakfast at 3pm when I worked in the North Loop. I worked at a nice clean diner til 1am every shift. After work I took the red line subway north to the purple line rail through Evanston to … Continue reading →

You know, it doesn’t have to be anything. It could be a few words, a few lines. Mundane. It could be about going to the grocery store and following my list exactly. It could be about diaper changes or cooking … Continue reading →

I’m waiting for you she says. She waits. I’m waiting but I can’t hear you. She listens, hopeful. I’m waiting for you and I don’t know if we will ever meet again. She sets aside the wash cloth, picks up … Continue reading →

It was because of my neighbor across the street. He was the first person I was completely afraid of. I found out that he’d bent Jonah over the iron rail out front of his building, just to be mean. Jonah … Continue reading →

From the kitchen sink at our house on Wiley I could turn my head to the right and see the back yard. We lived there 9 months. Let’s see, Devyn was 13 months old when we moved in. While we … Continue reading →

I stopped over 8 years ago. In the sweet haze of first thoughts when the sun was new, bright and peaking through our black curtains decorated with jungle animals, an insight washed over me. This particular morning it was in … Continue reading →

I wasn’t very old, still too young to be completely in my body. I was at a point where I walked around hollow, listening to my heart beat, listening to the empty space where I could not bear to think … Continue reading →

After midnight, I sat at the foot of my bed. The room was simple, no decorations. I was being helped by a friend of a friend who lived in a trailer in a small town surrounded by cornfields somewhere in … Continue reading →