From short stories to poetry to just her opinions on life. Heather writes it all.
"Wake up..." my father whispered as he gently tapped me on the shoulder, "It is time." I rolled out of bed and rubbed the sleep from my tired eyes. My father had already left the room and I could hear his footsteps going down the stairs. I put on my slippers and hurried to catch... Continue Reading →
Rise to the sun each morning Even when it does not shine For each day is a good day When you realize all that you have Because the grass is never greener On the other side It is just shorter and well maintained So get out your mower And get to tending your life
Wind blows through my hair Touching my skin so gently Like a kiss from God
Birds singing in trees Hammock swaying in the breeze Haiku by the lake
