I’m Heather, a blond, exmormon, divorced-then-remarried, sticky-sweet-in-love, mother of six who works as a labor and delivery nurse. I made the decision, a few years ago, to release myself from the bondage of idealism and forge myself a life that would allow me to be very happy just being who I am. And I did forge it. Blood, sweat, and tears along with some alcohol, coffee, moving boxes, legal procedings, hormones, text messages, instant messages, voicemail messages, message boards, stalker avoiding, hellos, good-byes, planes, campers, automobiles, tents, hiking, mountains, mormons, weddings, parties, exmormons, napping, sleeping, sobbing, f*%$ing, love making, realizing, regretting, surrenduring, learning, playing, contemplating, deciding, leaping, accepting, engaging, shacking up, growing up, throwing up, moving up, moving away, and coming back. But the end result is a whole person who is happy, real, enlightened, goofy, fun and quite fabulous. Or at least that’s what they tell me.