by Heidi Fischbach | Mar 14, 2014 | Minding my life, Poetry, Translations
Last week, while binge watching the last season of Breaking Bad, I heard a song I’d never heard that made my heart skip a beat and then pick up again more insistently. The music choices in Breaking Bad don’t disappoint. First of all, rather than using... by Heidi Fischbach | Nov 2, 2012 | Essays, Minding my life
At the first sign of discomfort, I reach… I reach for something to put in my mouth. I reach for something to check. I reach for another something to drink. I reach for an old flame. A new flame. An extinguished flame. People have their little families, their... by Heidi Fischbach | Feb 10, 2012 | Minding my life
Yesterday I painted my nails red. Understand, I am not one to grow long nails, never really have been and certainly not now when I’d never want a client to feel anything even remotely like a long nail on a shoulder, on a back, or while I’m fulcrum-ing... by Heidi Fischbach | Mar 26, 2011 | Minding my life, Open Letters
My soft friend, I feel hard, hard like a rock-hard. Cynical and paranoid like poker-faced border guards eyeing your passport, suspicious like security officials patting you down, their calloused hands rough, impervious to your tender. I feel envious-hard of the people... by Heidi Fischbach | Jan 31, 2011 | Minding my life
Heidi, for the love of all you love, do not do another thing until you write. And definitely, most definitely, do not talk to him —or anyone, for that matter— until you write. And also? Permission not to believe any of your thoughts, especially the conclusions your... by Heidi Fischbach | Jun 16, 2010 | Minding my life
Today I want to write about sound. About how a sound can sneak up on you and kiss you when you need it. About how it can keep you company when you’re alone. About how it can surprise you with things you’d never thought of. On a lonely day last year,...
