Of Summers Past and Present
Summer as a parent is a season of extremes; both endless and fleeting.
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.
Summer as a parent is a season of extremes; both endless and fleeting.
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 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 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 MoreGetting rid of your stuff is supposed to make you happier. Except when it doesn’t.
Read MoreIf you can’t take the heat, you probably won’t like what I’m cooking for dinner. Just ask my family.
Read MoreWhen you look at old pictures, what do you see? Is it perfection, or potential?
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.