Few things do I read day-to-day that prompt me to physically say aloud "oh fuck." Heather was an amazing writer, always humorous in the face of adversity. Some

Few things do I read day-to-day that prompt me to physically say aloud "oh fuck." Heather was an amazing writer, always humorous in the face of adversity. Sometimes, over the years, I feel fortunate that we had a few e-mail exchanges too. She was always so open and honest, and appreciated random readers of her blog writing in and appreciating her pictures of putting objects on top of her dog, her other more artistic photography, and her ability to share an honest and strong approach to the world. My thoughts are with her family. Depression is such a silent, damaging disease. Such brilliant minds lost way too early.