Better with Boys

Heather Spiva Boys

When the nurse told me she saw boy “parts” on the ultrasound screen, a little part of me died. Not in a bad way. It was more of a realization that the old life, the only one I had known, was going to be be different, but this foreign life would be my new way of life.

Jazz Music at Night

Heather Spiva essays

I have this cute child. He's eight now. And tall for his age. And very much like my first born with his perfectionist tendencies.