Who is this strange lady I keep coming back for?
Welcome to The Feral Housecat Chronicles!
I’m Heather. I’m a 40-year-old wife, mom of three teenagers, professional over-thinker, coffee addict, lover of Nebraska sunsets, and full-time collector of absolute chaos. If you’re looking for a perfectly curated life where everyone folds their laundry, eats organic kale, and speaks kindly to one another at all times…you took a wrong turn somewhere, friend.
Around here, life is loud. It’s messy. It’s hilarious. It’s heartbreaking. It’s beautiful. Sometimes all before lunch.
I’ve been married to my best friend, Matt, for over 20 years. Together we’ve somehow managed to keep three amazing (and occasionally feral) teenagers alive while navigating sports schedules, school drama, camping adventures, grocery budgets, and whatever random crisis decides to show up that week.
Life has thrown me more curveballs than I’d ever planned for. I’m a two-time cancer survivor, I’ve lost over 280 pounds after gastric sleeve surgery, and I’m learning how to live with some SCARY new diagnoses. Those experiences changed me, but they don’t define me. They just gave me a darker sense of humor and a deeper appreciation for the ordinary moments most people overlook.
Writing has always been the place where my brain finally makes sense. My Facebook posts started as me yelling into the void about coffee, parenting, marriage, small-town Nebraska life, and whatever ridiculous thing happened that day. Somewhere along the way, people started laughing with me, crying with me, and reminding me that none of us are as alone as we think we are.
So I figured…why not build a home for all of it?
Here you’ll find stories about raising teenagers who somehow eat everything in the house five minutes after grocery shopping. You’ll meet my husband, Matt, who is the calm to my chaos, and my kids, who provide enough material to keep me writing until I’m ninety. You’ll hear about camping trips, kitchen disasters, coffee obsessions, marriage, mental health, family, grief, small-town adventures, and the occasional completely unhinged tangent that somehow circles back to the point…eventually.
Fair warning: I cuss. A lot.
Not because I can’t think of better words, but because sometimes “well, that’s unfortunate” just doesn’t have the same ring as “well…shit.”
I believe life is way too short to pretend we’ve got it all together. I’d rather laugh at my own disasters than hide them behind perfectly filtered pictures. If my stories make you laugh until you snort coffee, feel a little less alone, or remind you to hug your people a little tighter, then this little corner of the internet is doing exactly what I hoped it would.
So grab a cup of coffee (preferably one that doesn’t taste like burnt disappointment), pull up a chair, and stay awhile.
We’re all just figuring it out as we go.
Welcome to The Feral Housecat Chronicles.
I’m really glad you’re here.