Heatherisms Blog
Before You Come To My Funeral
A poem for the parents, partners, and patients who were abandoned long before they died. For the ones who sat by the phone, staring at “delivered,” and for the people...
Before You Come To My Funeral
A poem for the parents, partners, and patients who were abandoned long before they died. For the ones who sat by the phone, staring at “delivered,” and for the people...
He Doesn’t Remember, But He Knows A Heather Ro...
A raw, honest poem for caregivers loving someone with brain injury or PTSD. When memory fails but the impact remains, your feelings and your survival still matter.
He Doesn’t Remember, But He Knows A Heather Ro...
A raw, honest poem for caregivers loving someone with brain injury or PTSD. When memory fails but the impact remains, your feelings and your survival still matter.
Patience Is Overrated
Some days are peaceful. Other days are… less so. A gentle reminder that losing your cool doesn’t disqualify you from being human.
Patience Is Overrated
Some days are peaceful. Other days are… less so. A gentle reminder that losing your cool doesn’t disqualify you from being human.
You Don’t Need Zen; You Need a Nap and Better B...
Forget Zen. Real enlightenment lives between the couch cushions, coffee stains, sarcasm, and finally saying no without guilt.
You Don’t Need Zen; You Need a Nap and Better B...
Forget Zen. Real enlightenment lives between the couch cushions, coffee stains, sarcasm, and finally saying no without guilt.