Author Archives: Heather

I suppose I’m in “Mid-Life” and I suppose my personal dissatisfaction with my life can be labeled a “crisis”.  But I find myself trying to somehow find the incredibly delicate balance between the following two philosophies: Live each day like … Continue reading →

Sad but true, sometimes shit just happens.  I try not to take it personally (and fail most of the time)  but lately when shit happens I feel as if fate is trying to tell me something.  Right now it seems … Continue reading →

I think about a lot of different things while I’m at the gym.  On the elliptical machine I don’t think at all, I read.  I’m currently reading Asimov’s Foundation Trilogy.  Sufficiently dry NOT to demand I continue reading once I’m … Continue reading →

I’ve referred to my chaotic lifestyle a like that guy who spins plates on long poles… running from plate to plate to keep each one spinning.  That’s me… a million projects and goals to do and I’m running from one … Continue reading →

Okay so we had cats.  And we had chickens.  And at one time, during Disney’s run of Charlotte’s Web I had a rat, who I named Templeton.  He was a big black and white rat who we kept outside and … Continue reading →

The other day I instituted the first of a monthly routine of Free Electronics Day.   We had a pool party to attend so it wasn’t that bad on the kids.  And we (Mom and Dad) had to also give up … Continue reading →

Monogamy is a weird institution.  Almost as strange as Marriage to me.   Why and how did it develop?  My friend Kim claims this, “Marriage is the male trying to OWN a womb.”  Of course she’s in the middle of mediating … Continue reading →

So I’m reading an enjoyable book and the shoe-obsessed modern heroine is nagging her tall, dark, sexy 18th century vampire consort about wedding plans.  He’s reading the Finance section of the newspaper. Betsy:  You grew up on a farm, surely … Continue reading →

When I was growing up we had one of the coolest cats in the neighborhood.  He was a white and tan long hair’d un-fixed male and he was “the” stud on our block.   My mother caught him hanging around our … Continue reading →