Heather
Heather lives, writes and raises children in sunny Bend. Her 7-year-old son says that her superpowers are cooking and comforting. Her 9-year-old daughter says that if Heather was a flavor she would be sweet and sour. That pretty much sums it up. You can read more of her writing at www.heather-mcpherson-writing.net.
When she's not writing or Mom-ing, Heather works as a nonprofit fundraiser. In her free time, she enjoys long books, short hikes, expensive pastries, and cheap wine.
5 Fun Activities for Families in Seattle
Have you ever been to Seattle on a trip with your family? Whether you visit on a weekday or weekend, there are a ton...
“Mom, Can You Do Less?”
It was another typical, stressful morning. The kids were playing legos instead of getting dressed. There was sword fighting with toothbrushes instead of brushing...
Meditation: My Secret to Being a Good Mom
I was a bad mom before I started meditation.
Or at least, I felt like I was. My kids were healthy and happy. They ate...
Five Staycation Adventures Within an Hour of Portland
We all love a good family vacation, but sometimes summer calls for a ‘staycation’ right here at home. But a staycation doesn’t mean you...
“Was I just Twerking?” Finding My Joy Through Dancing
“Nice twerking today,” my friend said to me as she passed by me on the way out of my Zumba dancing class.
“What?” I spinned...
You Can’t Baby-Proof a Broken Heart: Helping Children Through Divorce
I baby-proofed my house with a vengeance. Dangerous electrical outlets were covered, cabinets that could pinch little fingers were locked, the toilet lid was...
4 Summer Snack Hacks
The soundtrack of my summer is the sound of the kitchen cupboard door opening and closing, the tap of bowls set on the counter,...
Back in the Day: How Stories Can be Used to Connect with Children
One night at bedtime my child whispered stories to me. They hid their face under a blanket and told their most shameful secret in...
Traveling With Kids Is Hard – Do it Anyway!
I boarded my first flight as a mom when my baby was twelve weeks old. I had a stroller, a diaper bag, an Ergo,...
You Can’t Stop Time: One Mom’s Journey to Accepting that Babies Grow Up
I watched my wobbly, big-eyed baby toddle towards me. Her arms outstretched, she fell into my arms. She handed me a board book and...