Heather 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.
In the ever-changing landscape of motherhood, I've discovered the power of adaptability, wearing numerous hats with pride and gratitude. From the initial discomfort of the new 'Mommy' hat to embracing the multifaceted roles life has thrown my way, each hat has shaped me, teaching me about versatility, growth, and the beauty of life's unpredictability.
Read MoreAmidst the whirlwind of motherhood, I found a forgotten stack of my children's artwork, each piece a cherished reminder of stages passed. It's a journey through memories, both heartwarming and bittersweet.
Read MoreIn a world quick to judge and quicker to comment, I learned the hard way about the power of pause. Sometimes, silence is the most fashionable statement we can make.
Read MoreI can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t worried about being fat.
I suffered through the indignities of having my BMI measured and announced publicly in gym class and struggling through the Presidential Physical Fitness test twice a year (fuck you, flexed arm hang). I did endless sit-ups in my room in the middle of the night to ensure I would pass. I went on ‘diets’ where I restricted my eating before I was 10. I wrote down everything I ate in my diary.
It is a very boring diary.
Doomscrolling is SOOO July. Do you remember July? China started sending us random seeds, Ghislaine Maxwell was finally arrested (we do not wish her the best), and Trump wore a mask in public for the first time, and it wasn't even Halloween. So. Brave.
Read MoreSummer as a parent is a season of extremes; both endless and fleeting.
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 MoreWhen my boys get home from camp or our adventures in the city they are hot and tired and a little sick of each other, and of me. All they want are their screens. Left to their own devices, so to speak, they don’t talk to me, to each other, to their dad when he arrives home and says hello. They are hypnotized. I felt the irony of limiting their tablet time while I hid in the kitchen or sneaked into the bathroom to scroll through Instagram or check Facebook for the umpteenth time that day. Clearly we all have a problem. And we are not alone.
Read MoreThere are some trips in life that you just can’t prepare for.
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