Heather Isaacs

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  • The Orant

    TW: grief, death, pediatric trauma. I once arrived to a pediatric ED where, again, the worst had happened. Resuscitation efforts on the baby had just ended. The social worker met me at the threshold and said they needed to excuse themselves; they could not stay in the room because of the nature of the trauma… Read more

  • Watermelon Holes

    Every summer when watermelon came into season, we often kept one on the counter to be eaten, slice by slice, over the course of a day or two. My Mom, brother, and I all ate watermelon like normal people: in tire-sized rounds or half-moon ends. But my Dad had the mind-boggingly frustrating habit of digging… Read more

  • Grief, Joy, and Thanksgiving Leftovers

    This is my family’s third Thanksgiving since my Dad died, our third without him in the kitchen, without his fingerprint on nearly every dish that we eat, without him speed-talking his go-to prayer that none of us could ever fully decipher. We are without him yet we do our best as a family to not… Read more