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Five Reasons to Get to the Mountains NOW

Five Reasons to Get to the Mountains NOW

“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.” John Muir As soon as we approached Auburn on the I80 and saw the Sierra mountains in the distance, something happened.The stress that had been gripping my...

Please do this one thing for me …

Please do this one thing for me …

Please tell me you see me. Please notice my breaths and efforts. Currently I feel invisible and alone. We all do. How can you see me, you ask? What exactly should you notice? Anything, as long as it’s specific. 1. Praise me for keeping the kids alive another day. One...

Releasing Unforgivable Hurts

Releasing Unforgivable Hurts

“Every marriage suffers unforgivable hurts,” I remember my mother saying. I was young at the time and had no idea what she was referencing. Nor did I want to know. I preferred to think of my parent’s marriage as perfect. Hurts, sure, yes. But I imagined them fleeting...

Am I a Corporate Sell Out?

Am I a Corporate Sell Out?

Where should I do? What will fulfill me? I moved to San Francisco in 2004 to be a writer. Within two months of trying to pay rent, I became a management consultant. It was known as the great Heidi corporate sell out. To counterbalance corporate Heidi, Writer Heidi...

Am I a Masochist Mama?

Am I a Masochist Mama?

“Maybe I’m just a mama masochist,” I sighed. “Isn’t this mama masochism a front?” my friend asked. She leaned her head into her screen and whispered in a low tone, “Don’t you secretly miss it? You know….your old life? Where you didn’t have to be anything for anyone?”...

Is this City Destroying our Community?

Is this City Destroying our Community?

“That’s it. I’m moving to Nicaragua. With all the tech douchebags in San Francisco, there’s no community anymore,” said my friend Robert. He plopped himself down into an armchair, sighing loudly to cushion the weight of his despair. Robert had enough IPO cash to...

How Being Less Productive Made Me More Productive

How Being Less Productive Made Me More Productive

Everyone told me that once I had a baby, my brain would turn into jello pudding and I’d be as productive as a sloth on mushrooms. “Don’t try to get anything done,” they urged me. “Because you’ll fail.” I was determined to prove them wrong. The new me was going to...

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