Author: Heather

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‘Tis the Season to Retreat

You know how kids love Christmas because it make them feel warm and fuzzy and they get loads of presents? That’s how I feel about the Exponent Retreat. I’ve been known on dark February...

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“Don’t Come Cryin’ to Me!”

My kids tell me that when I die my tombstone will read: “Don’t Come Cryin’ to Me.” I inherited the phrase from my father who did not tolerate fools. It’s not that I lack...

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Mourning Sickness: Dealing with Miscarriage

A few years back I read a book on grief that had the nerve to rank the severity of losses one might experience. Death of a spouse ranked higher than death of a parent,...

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Tag-along

When I told my five-year-old we could work on bikes this week, I had no idea I would be blindsided by nostalgia. A friend gave us one of those tag-alongs a few years back...

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Heaven Can Wait

As a kid I used to worry a lot about the afterlife and all those degrees of glory. When I learned that my paternal grandmother was sealed to her first husband, and not my...

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“Go Ahead. Pray for It!”

Like Mary, I’m a “ponder it in your heart” gal.  There’s a running dialogue in my head to God, a constant prayer in my heart which is a lovely, comforting thing. But sometimes it...

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“Do You Hear What I Hear?”

One of my most cherished childhood memories is making plates of holiday treats.  Every year my mother would emerge from the pantry, arms overflowing with typical ingredients like flour, sugar, chocolate chips, and other...