Author: Heather

There I was: in the pediatrician’s waiting room, carefully balancing Simon on my hip to give him the perfect vantage point  from which to view…

Contrary to popular belief, I am not a terribly busy person by the world’s standards. As a matter of fact, there’s often an awkward, uncomfortable…

I did not plan this day. I didn’t plan the dishwasher not being run last night, and being greeted by a backlog waiting to happen this…

“The World Cup experience is more than just the game of soccer. It’s an event. And it will fly by faster than you think. It…

This menu is epic. Be warned. We’ve been in the middle of so many “not the usual” events (family visits, opportunities to host friends, parties,…

Interestingly enough, folks who don’t know us that well assume that in our marriage, there’s some balance of power that swings wildly in one direction…

“Grandmothers are just antique little girls.” –Author Unknown   (Work in progress: My mother teaching Birdie and John Mark the magic of the cat’s cradle.)…

Mary Hannah Sexton Schwarzen, daughter of Christopher and Heather Schwarzen.

This blog has been quiet this week because nothing else in our lives has been. We’ve had a birthday, a family member we’ve not seen…

Brown eyes. It was his eyes, more than anything, that got me. John Mark (or Jem, as we often call him) was my first brown eyed…