Heidi Isern

writer. thinker. whiskey drinker.

Tall and Small Tales

(originally published on Medium at @hisern)

The Road to Tucson

Location: Tucson Mileage: 922 Music: “Keep the Car Running” by Arcade Fire Meal: Bad roadside ceviche that I hope doesn’t have a parasite The trip between Los Angeles and Tucson is eight hours of hot dusty driving.  At one pit stop en-route I managed to lose a gas cap and my Mac Powercord.  At another stop I decided it would be a good idea to order roadside ceviche. (The aftermath

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The Female Hollywood Producer

Location: Hollywood Mileage: 415 Meal: Mocha Lite Frappaccino Music: “California Stars” by Wilco I drove up from beach bliss to Hollywood to meet my friend Rebecca in her indie production company’s new office. Long before before she got her second masters in film and even longer before she started making movies Rebecca had been my dearest compadre during our MBA exchange program Santiago, Chile. Rebecca gave me a big hug and

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Interview with a Surfer

Location:Manhattan Beach Mileage:392 Meal: Corona beer Music: “Wave of Mutilation” by The Pixies Upon hearing I wished to interview a female surfer, a Manhattan Beach bartender called me with a recommendation.  “I know a pro,” he said.  The pro’s name was Jenn and she came to meet me at a local Mexican dive bar straight from bikram yoga class.  Her muscles were still pulsating from her practice. “I gotta do

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Surfing Through Life

Location: Manhattan Beach Mileage: 392 Meal: Fish tacos Music: “Hope” by Jack Johnson     In Manhattan Beach everything supports surfing. Liquor stores provide board rentals, car are sold with surf racks intact, and it’s totally acceptable to plan your business meetings around the tides. I was staying with my friend Ethan, a surfer since age four, who did exactly that. “If I have a break at 3pm why wouldn’t

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Getting Started

Location: San Francisco Mileage: 0 Music: The Kinks “This time tomorrow” Meal: Whatever is left in my fridge Today my Pacific Heights apartment is a war zone, filled with piles of power cords, sensible shoes, non-sensible shoes, atlases, journals and multi flavored packs of beef jerky. Tomorrow I will make all the piles fit tidily in my car to embark across the country, the first step in my adventurous writing

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Why am I doing this?

As modern US women, we have so many options to live life, it is almost paralyzing.   I have am currently living non-traditionally by most standards, but have shape-shifted multiple time flirting with convention and non-convention.  Ten years ago I was on a different path.  I was madly in love, ready to get married, stay in a ‘sensible’ job, and have 2.5 children and a golden retriever.  But when the man

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