The summer before she was thirty.

Heather Lynne, 29, needed therapy. Or answers. Or change. Or ownership. She couldn’t decide. At 29 years old, she realized that her 20’s had, in part, been swallowed up or stolen (in large, but definitely not in entirety) by malevolent forces. A rush to grow up. A traumatizing childbirth. A nasty divorce. A loss of…… Continue reading The summer before she was thirty.

On pie, the fetal position, and catching lightening in a bottle.

Thanksgiving crept up on me. By the Wednesday before, I was disappointed in myself for a barrage of reasons: I’d worn a ponytail for the third consecutive day that week (assuming the calendar week starts over on Monday). I was wishing for a nap. I was wishing I didn’t have to wait another day for pie.…… Continue reading On pie, the fetal position, and catching lightening in a bottle.