Danny Heitman

6 days ago | theadvocate.com | Danny Heitman

From the window in our south Louisiana kitchen where I make coffee each morning, I can see that our big sycamore is shedding again, as it always does at this time of year. The trunk drops its outer layer each summer, and long strips of bark litter the lawn like a manuscript tossed to the wind. We’ll mow and rake to straighten things up, but a sycamore, like summer itself, can only be tidied so much. Here and there throughout the yard, I spot other signs of rebellion.

1 week ago | theadvocate.com | Danny Heitman

When our family of four headed out for summer vacations, I’d throw some paperbacks in an old canvas bag just in case there was time to read. Life as a young husband and father seldom yielded those moments, but I was ready if a spare hour came while we sunned on the beach or lounged on a mountainside porch. Summers are different now that our kids are grown. My wife and I no longer answer to the school calendar, so there might be years when we travel in other seasons and spend summers at home.

1 week ago | nola.com | Danny Heitman

When our family of four headed out for summer vacations, I’d throw some paperbacks in an old canvas bag just in case there was time to read. Life as a young husband and father seldom yielded those moments, but I was ready if a spare hour came while we sunned on the beach or lounged on a mountainside porch. Summers are different now that our kids are grown. My wife and I no longer answer to the school calendar, so there might be years when we travel in other seasons and spend summers at home.

2 weeks ago | csmonitor.com | Danny Heitman

In stage productions such as “The Clean House” and her reimagined version of Greek mythology in “Eurydice,” the playwright Sarah Ruhl has become known for telling stories that provide sharp insights into the inner lives of women. She affirmed that vision in “100 Essays I Don’t Have Time to Write,” a 2014 book in which she offered a series of brief reflections that often touched on her juggling act as a creative artist, mother, and wife.

2 weeks ago | theadvocate.com | Danny Heitman

I was in our laundry room the other day, lost in a trance of boredom as I cycled another load, when a bright patch of yellow caught my eye. It was the tip of an old face mask that had fallen into the corner, apparently hidden for years beneath a spare clothes hamper. Like the contents of a time machine, this little artifact of domestic life circa 2020 quickly took me back.