Heidi ScrimgeourA Poem I’ll Probably Delete Or Fall Out With You OverI understand the urge to mark a loss or celebration Who wouldn’t? But the sight of you gathered on the beach this evening Made my heart…May 9, 2020May 9, 2020
Heidi ScrimgeourIt’s Not You. It’s Them. (Or It.)One minute things were motoring along nicely. You were finding your feet. Maybe even starting to feel comfy. Established. Secure. Ready —…May 5, 2020May 5, 2020
Heidi ScrimgeourWhen The Living Ain’t EasySometimes what feels like mess is really artApr 23, 2020Apr 23, 2020
Heidi ScrimgeourNavigating Unknowns As A Freelance WriterLook, we’re lost right now. There’s no easy way to say that, but we are.Apr 16, 2020Apr 16, 2020
Heidi ScrimgeourKindness alone can’t save livesThe only thing harder than hearing that suicide has stolen yet another life is dealing with the tidal wave of noise and opinion that such…Feb 16, 2020Feb 16, 2020