I did not underestimate my morning sickness this morning, by popping out of bed (forgoing crackers) and quickly downing two Eggos and juice. I would never do something so stupid, that would only make me want to die 10 minutes later.
I did not come extremely close to throwing up on my city’s main downtown street.
I did not sit in the car until 9:20 a.m., sobbing to Darling Husband that I was going to puke.
I did not gorge on fruit — eating apple slices, a plum, and a baggie of green grapes within the span of two hours. I am the model of self-control.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)