Dear Diary, Thanks for keeping all my secrets. Love, Heather


When I was 10 years old I was given this little pink diary for Christmas. I had no idea then just how significant a role this little book (and the dozens more that would follow) would play in my life. As a 10-year-old, I wasn't even really sure how to keep a diary. All the … Continue reading Dear Diary, Thanks for keeping all my secrets. Love, Heather

Laughter… Better than Medicine


It is a crisp October night in 1984. I'm sitting at the kitchen table watching my mother struggle to cut shapes into a pumpkin, her brow furrowed in concentration. The mouth of this Jack-O'Lantern is lined with zig-zagging teeth and as Mommy slides the knife upward, it cuts through the pumpkin flesh and up into … Continue reading Laughter… Better than Medicine