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 MoreHere’s a quick summer tip: Skip Hot Girl Summer and dive into Happy Mom Summer instead. Let's swap perfection for laughter, ice cream dinners, and real joy. This year let's make being present and happy our summer trend.
Read MoreAt one point in my life, I used my maiden name as my middle name, and my husband’s last name as my own, but then my middle name disappeared. I remember seeing my ‘new’ name on some official document and I found it disorienting and unfamiliar.
Where was my name? Who was this? Where had I gone?
Read MoreBabies 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 MoreI have friends who are on Version 2.0 of their lives: They have become photographers, jewelry makers, poets. They are full people, and parents. They are making art. They inspire me.
I think of myself as a generally positive person. Not Mary Poppins positive but realistically optimistic at least. As a Mom there are many occasions (often mornings) when Fake it Until You Make It is the order of the day.
Read MoreIn the life that I live now, I will not be the promoted with fanfare and public acclaim. In a world where that’s the definition of success, anything less is obviously a failure. By that standard I have clearly failed.
Read More‘Twas two weeks before Christmas and inside my brain
Were To Do’s and Lists, long and insane.
So much to get done, all tasks fall to me
From purchasing presents to trimming the tree.
The more I thought about that perfect garden just down the street, the less I wanted anything to do with my own humble plot. But towards the end of summer, I saw something that changed my mind.
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