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.
Dive into our summer saga of family firsts where golf becomes a bonding ritual, Adam Sandler and The Three Stooges redefine comedy for my kids, and spicy challenges bring on the heat (and laughs).
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 MoreCelebrating the unapologetic strength and wisdom of women who've transcended youth's early accolades to embrace life's deeper victories with grace, resilience, and a dash of irreverence.
Read MoreSometimes, the act of letting go is the first step towards truly moving forward.
Read MoreIn January of last year, I wrote about my then-new habit of LovingKIndness meditation. Throughout the tumult that was 2021, I resolved to be gentle to myself through this practice, and I committed to a year of once-daily meditation.
And I did.
Read MoreIt’s that magical time of year when mailboxes are stuffed with catalogs and sale postcards. But tucked somewhere in all of that direct mail, I always hope to find a festive holiday note or two. I know they have a terrible reputation, but I honestly love Christmas cards.
Read MoreWe held hands across the table, talked about the previous week and plans for the following weekend. The din of the front room seemed muted and far away. It was just us, lit by candlelight, waiting for whatever came next, at dinner and in life.
Read MoreJust as the fog of COVID seemed to be lifting, the headache descended on me like a thunder clap.
It began as a sharp ache at the back of my neck and spread its tendrils up into my head until it was a web of throbbing red light at the center of my skull.
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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