Friday, March 20, 2009

Hello to all,
My sister had a strange habit of talking about nothing, something, and everything all at once. Generally it started with a subject, then diverged into several contingency paths. By the time my parents got tired of it, it was a full out rambling rant that would make us all laugh. Long ago, my dad decided this practice of strange storytelling, was "Heathering." So, in my wonderful sister's honor, this site is dedicated to her. Tell a story, write a note, Heather (verb tense) on till your heart warms. It is my hope that discussing the stories of her, which made her so special to us all, our hearts will begin to heal. We miss you Heffer.

Skylor

If you want to submit a story, simply comment to one of the previous posts, I'll repost it for you.

This is Heathering...

This is Heathering...

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Backseat Jabber

So, we have Jack for about five days (July, 2011) and are enjoying every minute of it. He's been out and about with me on a few occasions and rides in his car seat in the back. He is quite observant, but he is often constantly chattering about this or that, going from one thing to another and sometimes talking so fast it is hard to understand what he is saying (esp. in the convertible). It occurred to me that I'd heard much of this before. Dear Daughter, your son has your knack for Heathering. Not as often as you, perhaps...but let's give him time. Love, Dad

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