Heather Mitchell Manheim
Bio
Heather studied Creative Writing and Journalisim in school, and has been writing and reading since she was a child. When she isn't writing, she loves to travel, bake/cook, watch classic movies and photography.
Stories (16/0)
Beautiful Magic
Charlotte's great-grandmother was what those in the town called a seer. But Charlotte never thought much about that. She was too busy being impressed with granny herself. From granny's Lowcountry southern cooking to the way she sipped Old Tom Gin, always with one ice cube and a lime wedge in it. She also thought granny was a tough old bird. At least, that's how Charlotte's mom described her. Charlotte did see granny once, in the sweltering humid heat of the summer, pluck a rattlesnake right off the porch and throw it straight into the bayou. She tossed the snake casually, like she was flicking a mosquito, also prevalent in the area, off her arm.
By Heather Mitchell Manheim3 years ago in Families
Bulgy Sleeves Begone!
Puffy sleeves need to go the way of the dodo. I am not sure why anybody feels a need to increase their bicep area with layers of billowy fabric filled with air. Perhaps, many are trying to convey a secret message. Maybe it is a subconscious attempt to show their bosses and co-workers that they have spent hours and hours on tedious computer work in their home offices. Thus, they have developed super-hero sized arm muscles.
By Heather Mitchell Manheim3 years ago in Styled
New Year's Resolution Solutions
Goodbye, 2020! It was a challenging year, to say the least. While we all breathe a collective sigh of relief, I like to look at the coming year and see if there are changes I can make. It is interesting, though, because nothing magically transforms just because the calendar switches from December 31, 2020 to January 1, 2021. Yet, the symbolism of it, the beginning of a new year, and the idea of starting anew is alluring enough to set goals to become a happier and healthier person.
By Heather Mitchell Manheim3 years ago in Motivation
Wildwing the Protector
I glide through the still, dark night, surveying my domain. The cool air rushes by, slightly ruffling my face feathers. The wispy clouds are lacy and white, tinged with gray. They are floating doilies, and they whisper in my ears the secrets from the day. The tranquil full moon backlights me and creates my shadow, a majestic silhouette that glides over the foliage and flora. The small critters of the night scatter as they see it, and I give out a triumphant screech as I soar, then swoop and dive, so I can move closer to inspect the ground.
By Heather Mitchell Manheim3 years ago in Futurism