The Things She Carries
I don’t carry as much stuff around with me in my arms, but my brain and my time are as overstuffed with tasks as my old diaper bag configuration was.
Read MoreHeather is an essayist, editor, CMO, mommy, and wife seeking stillness while in a state
of nearly constant motion. She lives, walks, and eats in the greatest city in the world: Chicago.
I don’t carry as much stuff around with me in my arms, but my brain and my time are as overstuffed with tasks as my old diaper bag configuration was.
Read MoreWhen they make the movie of my life, Tom Petty’s music will be the soundtrack. He has rescued me and encouraged me and spoken to and healed my heart like no other musician in my lifetime.
Read MoreI didn’t want to write about this, today or any day.
Read MoreLast week, my younger son started preschool three days a week, from 10 am to 3 pm. Everybody asked me, “What are you going to do with all of your free time?”
Read MoreWhat my mom packed in our lunches was so much more than midday nutrition. It was love.
Read MoreYou’d think it would be easy to give away candy, but it wasn’t. Not always.
Read MoreI had high hopes for today.
Read MoreIn my adult life, it’s easy to be hurt and to carry that hurt around like a scab can pick at whenever you have a moment to think about it.
Read MoreI encourage my kids to talk to strangers. And to share their candy.
Read MoreDad was a lot of things: Father. Husband. Grandfather. Salesman. Foodie. Golfer. Fisherman. Gardener. Water skier. Creative swearer. Carpenter. Photographer. Guitar player. Computer enthusiast. Traveler. He taught me about many subjects, but his most lasting legacy to me was how he lived his life with endless curiosity and enthusiasm. A never-graduating, Student of the Game of Life.
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