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.
Chicago in early spring is a study in contrasts—soggy fields, gray skies, and kids playing soccer in thirty-degree weather, all while daffodils push through cold soil and robins reappear in backyards. A meditation on layered clothing, algorithmic daydreams, and the promise of sleeveless days just beyond the horizon.
Read MoreFrom a bare Christmas tree to messy cookie-making, I’m letting go of perfection to embrace love, laughter, and shared moments. Remembering that it’s not the decorations but the glow of connection that makes the season magical.
Read MoreA nostalgic ride through the soundtrack of teenage freedom—convertibles, late nights, and Rob Base on repeat. Sharing these songs with my sons, I reflect on the magic of music, its power to connect generations, and the joy of watching my boys create soundtracks of their own.
Read MoreIn Chicago, style is a dance with the city’s unpredictable seasons. From layering through September’s limbo to surviving winter’s gray chill, fashion adapts as life moves on. Resilience, practicality, and a touch of flair define how Chicagoans navigate their ever-changing wardrobes—and the cycles of our ever-changing city.
Read MoreThis summer was a celebration of unplugging and rediscovering life’s simple joys. From mornings by the ocean to starry nights in the Grand Canyon, stepping away from the noise revealed beauty in everyday moments. It’s a reminder to pause, disconnect, and savor the world’s quiet magic—and carry that gratitude back into daily life.
Read MoreBaseball season is here, and my son carries his grandfather’s legacy of timeless class into every moment. From carefully selected jerseys to polished sneakers, his attention to detail echoes a tradition of presenting oneself with pride and purpose. It’s a reminder that style isn’t just about appearance—it’s about honoring those who came before us.
Read MoreInspired by the Kelce brothers' touching bond, I reflect on the beautiful chaos of raising two sons. From daily squabbles to unspoken "I love yous," their relationship is a mix of rivalry, camaraderie, and loyalty. My hope? That one day, they'll be each other's biggest fans—just like the Kelces.
Read MoreNavigating my own anxieties and the desire for perfection and learning to celebrate the small victories and the invaluable lessons sports bring to my children's lives.
Read MoreSummer rewrites the rulebook on meals, transforming strict dietary guidelines into moments of spontaneous joy and indulgence. It's a season of ice cream dinners, park picnics, and late-night smores, celebrating the simple pleasures with family.
Read MoreMy mother wrote letters to my grandmother almost weekly for many years; her perfect handwriting documented the quotidian events raising the four of us in the decades before email and the internet. They were carefully saved, and recently my mom sent one to me, dated September 13, 1977. In it, she writes about the days leading up to my first day of kindergarten.
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