Michele HeffronI love this park year-round, but in the spring, something special happens—ducks appear in pairs, waddling through the grass and gliding across the water. They bring a sweet, lighthearted energy to the whole place. It always feels like love is in the air.
Michele HeffronI’m usually up before the sun, easing into my day while the world is still quiet. From my perch on the 18th floor, I begin most mornings by pulling open the shades and welcoming whatever the day has in store. And every morning, without fail, I catch sight of a fully lit Christmas tree glowing from an apartment window across the street. Yes, it’s April—and yes, it’s still up.
Michele HeffronI came across this photo of The Heffron Kids—my brother, sister, and me—standing in the sun on Easter morning, 1967. We’re each holding our little baskets, filled with the eggs we had carefully dyed the night before at our kitchen table.
Michele HeffronYou did everything you thought you were “supposed” to do. You left behind a promising career to be a stay-at-home mom. A noble choice, they said. You drove the carpools, baked the cupcakes, chaired the school auction.
