Heather versus the World

nostalgia

  • Mall Madness

    (When I was a kid, maybe nine years old, I remember sitting at home with my mom on a Saturday night, waiting to drive back up to our local mall and pick up my sister, Shannon, at closing time. She… Continue reading

  • Blame It All On My Roots

    “You know they say you can’t be just a little bit pregnant?” I said out loud to 85 of my coworkers during a presentation. “Well, you can be just a little bit incapacitated. It’s not an on-and-off switch.” I was co-presenting a… Continue reading

  • The Burden of Knowing How the Story Ends

    Books are one of my favorite ways to cope with isolation, grief, stress, anxiety… you know, all the feelings that have been going on for nearly a year now and very much intensified this past week. My favorite genre is… Continue reading

  • Going Home

    I went home to visit my mom for her birthday last weekend. As I drove down the street toward my childhood home, I noticed how different the neighborhood looked. None of the houses have been torn down. No buildings have… Continue reading