You CAN go home again

Posted on July 18, 2011 by heatherlauraclarke

Where the heck did the last two weeks go?

Just over two weeks ago, our condo sale become official. Sorry for abandoning you guys as soon as I spilled the news! I got caught up in a crazy flurry of packing and organizing and more packing — oh, and CHILD-REARING and my writing assignments and the day-to-day crap like laundry and dishes and wiping off the highchair tray about 2,024 times a day.

Busiest. Two weeks. EVER.

I have so much to share! Here’s a sneak peek of what I PROMISE to bloggy-blog about this week:

We do not have a house right now
We are now living with my mom
I’m done with cloth-diapering (ONLY temporarily!)
I have officially weaned Baby Boy and stopped breastfeeding. Crazy!
My career is going really, really well
We are tryyyyyyyyying … 🙂

More coming this week!

Pinky-swearies!

xoxo

Category: Breastfeeding, Career, Home, It's all about me

One Comment on “You CAN go home again”

lindsey
July 18, 2011

YAY! Welcome back 🙂 Looking forward to all of those posts!

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I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-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 it from taking over my life. Making things isn’t just a hobby — it’s part of what keeps me alive.

Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, 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 as a writer. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)