Heather is an essayist, freelance writer, and full-time mom and wife seeking stillness while in a state of nearly-constant motion. She lives, runs, and eats in the greatest city in the world: Chicago.
Babies are not good at communication. Beyond malodorous clues, the new little person that I was suddenly responsible for was really terrible at telling me how things were going. For those of us who thrive on positive reinforcement, this was frustrating.
Read MoreMy poofy hair was what I had to deal with and although my brother tortured me by calling me Hair Bear for years, I managed to get through that time with as much awkward grace as I could. And a whole lot of mousse.
Read MoreThe transition from an extremely competitive wanna-be athlete to a Mom on the sidelines is going to be tough for me, I just know it.
Read MoreI checked in everywhere. I posted witty updates and tag friends and places. I quoted insightful articles. I was in the maelstrom of social media, and I reveled in the connectivity, the community of it all. I loved it.
Until I didn’t.
Read MoreThere’s something of a miracle in each pet that enters our lives. Without Maximus, we never would have found Matty. And without both of them, we might not have been ready to be parents together.
Read MoreAs my birthday approached, I thought about where I wanted to go in the next year of my life. What was I waiting for?
Read MoreI know the non-believers in the second grade have begun to whisper their doubts. Like a virus it spreads, making kids question fundamental symbols of the season.
But I want my sons to believe.
Read MoreBaking bread allows me to do all the things I love: Create, experiment, explore, and make people happy by feeding them.
Read MoreGetting rid of your stuff is supposed to make you happier. Except when it doesn’t.
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