I met my husband in the late 1980’s. And while lots of important things happened in that decade (like the Cold War and all), I had more pressing concerns as I was living through a cultural renaissance. Pac Man. Sony Walkmans. New Coke. The Simpsons. MTV. In the... read more
Long ago when my husband and I first dated, he had sweet terms of endearment for me. Young love makes you say silly things. Darling. Sweetheart. Honeybunches. His friends teased him. But he couldn’t help himself! He was so in love. And I secretly savored these... read more
It’s the third Sunday of September. Heather, you think as you sip your morning coffee. You are stating the obvious, which is not good for a writer. Agreed, but there’s probably something you don’t know about the third Sunday in September. It’s top secret—almost CIA... read more
“When I grow up I’m hiring someone to do this,” my then ten-year old son said. He threw his gloves on the ground and wiped the sweat from his brow, his fingernails black with dirt. “Me too!” My seven-year old daughter knelt beside me under the shade of our... read more
Have you ever wanted to throw caution to the wind? Ride by the seat of your pants? Improvise? Such tendencies are not in my comfort zone. I’m a textbook Type A personality who feels most content with an airtight schedule and clear contingency plans. But on Saturday,... read more
Food For Thought: When I was a nineteen-year-old-two-months-married newlywed, I anticipated the approach of my first wedded Valentine’s Day with romantic fantasies of champagne, flowers, and food. We had married on a foggy New Year’s Eve in our Pennsylvania hometown.... read more
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