When Santa Knew Where We Lived

When Santa Knew Where We Lived

When Santa Knew Where We LivedMichele Heffron
Published on: 12/12/2025

A heartfelt reflection on how cherished holiday keepsakes can remind us of our resilience, growth, and the beauty of seeing ourselves with compassion through every season of life.

The Eyes of the Wise

The Eyes of the Wise

The Eyes of the WiseMichele Heffron
Published on: 04/12/2025

A heartfelt reflection on how cherished holiday keepsakes can remind us of our resilience, growth, and the beauty of seeing ourselves with compassion through every season of life.

Holiday Traditions

Holiday Traditions

Holiday TraditionsMichele Heffron
Published on: 03/12/2025

A heartfelt reflection on letting go of old holiday expectations, creating new traditions after divorce, and choosing compassion over perfection.

When Kindness Opens the Door

When Kindness Opens the Door

When Kindness Opens the DoorMichele Heffron
Published on: 20/11/2025

A tender reflection on the quiet ache of feeling like an outsider during the holidays—and how simple, sincere kindness can open the door to belonging. If you’ve ever walked into a room and questioned your place, this piece offers warmth, perspective, and a reminder that you matter.

Midlife Transitions

Midlife Transitions

Midlife TransitionsMichele Heffron
Published on: 22/10/2025

A powerful reflection on what women in midlife are really carrying—and the questions they rarely get to ask out loud. Based on heartfelt conversations with women ages 50–70+, this post explores identity, connection, health, purpose, and the invisible weight of it all.

Good Idea

Good Idea

Good IdeaMichele Heffron
Published on: 08/10/2025

On my 21st birthday I found myself sitting next to my brother in the backseat of a police cruiser somewhere in Montana. Apparently, we’d had just a smidge too much fun celebrating my coming of age. We had been skiing all day with college friends when we connected with a bunch of Canadians who thought it would be real fun to show us Americans what true celebration really looked like. It was a night to remember, though I recall very little of it. I’ll leave the details of what I do remember out; but suffice to say—it all seemed like a good idea at the time.

Getting to the Heart isn’t just the name of my work—it’s the invitation.

To return to love.

To become who you came here to be.

And to live the life you’ve quietly dreamed of, with courage and grace.