I am not working my way through the Little House series for the seven-billionth time. I would never read such childish literature, and I would certainly never propose that Baby Boy’s middle name should be “Almanzo.”
I did not beg Darling Husband to bake me chocolate-chip cookies all weekend, until I was almost in tears on Sunday with the request.
When the cookies were done, I certainly did not eat a bunch of them — with two glasses of milk — instead of eating a healthy, balanced lunch.
I stole lovely friend C‘s adorable, smiley, happy baby boy. I just couldn’t help myself. He lives with me now, and when Baby Boy arrives, he will be surprised to find he already has a slightly older brother. I am not returning him anytime soon.
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.)