Heidi Isern
HEIDI · ISERN
writer. thinker. whiskey drinker.
My Dirty Secret

My Dirty Secret

It was one of those San Francisco drizzle dusks where you couldn’t tell where the fog ended and the rainclouds started.  Dressed in a black trench coat, I met an old colleague outside the warm glow of a Brasserie sign. It was time to confide a dark secret. “You’ll...
Burning Man Lessons from A Newbie

Burning Man Lessons from A Newbie

“I’ll never go to Burning Man,” I always said.  “It’s full of hairy armpit hippies having orgies in the dust while hallucinating.” I loathed the people in San Francisco that called themselves “burners.” You know the type-those wide eyed patchouli wearers that made...