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Key Lime

June 11, 2015 Heather 0

Key Lime, I’ve decided to call you Key Lime for now. I figure it is better than JG, the acronym my mom called me when I was still in her tummy. The story says that my dad didn’t want to believe she was pregnant and said that I was Just Read More

The Snail and the Whale

May 17, 2014 Heather 2

On Wednesday my class, along with the entire Pre-k / Kindergarten team, went to a nearby theatre to see The Snail and The Whale, a play based on the book by the same name by Julia Donaldson. The book is about a snail that, unlike all of his peers, has Read More

Ten Years

November 11, 2013 Heather 0

Dear Momma, 10 years is a long time. I feel like there should be a better, more poetic way to start this, but that’s the only thing that really feels right. Finding fault isn’t the best action and I’ve stayed away from it for a while, but sometimes I wonder Read More

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Metaphorical Dream

August 13, 2009 Heather 0

I had a dream last night that I was in a parking lot. It was night time and raining. My mom was in another car, pulled to the side of the road (not in a parking spot like me). Bear was running around in the rain playing. As he started Read More

Fourth of July Makeup

July 4, 2009 Heather 0

Isn’t it strange how a memory will pop up on you unexpectedly for the first time in years–and I mean years–but feel like yesterday. The other night I was doing makeup while thinking about my plans for Fourth of July and it hit me. A memory. *cue fog-like memory scene Read More

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You Will Understand

May 6, 2009 Heather 0

Today at work an older man started ranting about his elderly mother (apparently his purchase was for her). He told me how much of a devil she was in her old age. He told me how he wished she’d just die. At my silence he stated “you’ll understand one day.” Read More

Dream: Dead but Alive

January 21, 2009 Heather 0

This morning around 4 am I woke up from this dream, grabbed my phone, and typed up a few key words to remind me in the morning, then went back to sleep. It still seems as weird and bittersweet now as it was then. In my dream, I was me Read More