Heather Curlee-Novak

Michiana Chronicler

Heather Novak's professional history includes sales and customer service training and troubleshooting for businesses, but she loves motivational speaking best. Heather leads church events for youth, singles and women, has spoken for Chicago Apartment Association and many organizations throughout Indiana. Nowadays Heather is just another stay at home wild mama trying to loose some weight, keep some sanity and enjoy her life.  She is being raised by two little girls named Portia and Libby and is indulged by a guy named John who was gracious enough to marry her.  Heather blogs about F Words: Feisty Faith, Fumbling Family, Fairly Healthy Food, Failed Fashion and Fabulous Friendships. You can find her at www.liveyourloveoutloud.com.

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Heather Curlee-Novak

I am embarrassed to admit this, but I am spoiled. Spoiled rotten and maybe a skosh lazy. And again, pampered and spoiled. Our front door is to blame for this revelation. We live in a lovely little bungalow from 1920 and all of the things do not work all of the time. This front door of ours actually still has the original doorknob and skeleton key slot. It is quite the physical challenge to close it, involving several slammings and a hopping leg dance to get the key to slide the deadbolt....

Heather Curlee-Novak

I have a deep, dark, brooding confession….I’m not good at keeping tiny things alive. And what I think a thing will be like may vary a great deal from reality. There is a movie that deals with rehab and when the people leave to go back to their real lives, the clinic has a suggestion. The person should try to keep a houseplant alive for a year before dating or making any other big changes. Well, I’m mostly sober and I can barely keep my houseplants alive. My beloved husband calls me a serial...

The stereotype of a man’s midlife crisis is a sports car or getting the earring they never had. Ewwww. Women tend to slide more gradually into our midlife. I suppose I shouldn’t stereotype, so let me share my ugly slide towards middle age. I don’t plan any plastic surgery, like ever. The best one liner I heard was a woman who said she wouldn’t do that because she wanted her body to decompose when she died. My midlife crisis involves fake hair and neck skin, so hang on tight. And please take...

I am embarrassed to admit this, but I am spoiled. Spoiled rotten and maybe a skosh lazy. And again, pampered and spoiled. Our front door is to blame for this revelation. We live in a lovely little bungalow from 1920 and all of the things do not work all of the time. This front door of ours actually still has the original doorknob and skeleton key slot. It is quite the physical challenge to close it, involving several slammings and a hopping leg dance to get the key to slide the deadbolt....

Sweet Spring Swing By Heather Curlee Novak Spring is now here and those fresh, balmy mornings on my tiny front porch have begun. We often eat breakfast on the front porch and dinner on the backyard patio. Being outside is so enjoyable, especially after that endless winter! With these warm Spring days we just drift outside to enjoy the sunshine. And don't get me started about my hammock! Mother's Day last year was very very good to me. Now we have a lovely hammock that can support 500 pounds...

"Vote Local"

Feb 19, 2016

Vote Local By Heather Curlee Novak How ‘bout those Presidential Candidate Debates? People are excited or scared or mortified by the candidates and the muckraking of a national election. They watch debates, Facebook about their favorite candidates, and talk with friends. These same people may not even be aware of their city’s local elections (the national election’s forlorn stepchild). I rarely voted in local elections before getting married to John who loves politics. I would vote only for...

Heather Curlee-Novak talks about the New Years "Revolution"

"Folding"

Sep 11, 2015

When there is too much folding.

Graham King--Creative Commons license CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

Once Upon A Time, when I was fat in the way only a healthy twenty-five-year-old girl can be fat (i.e.: perfect with tiny flaws only she can see with the help of three hand mirrors and a bad romance) I did yoga naked. Well, mostly naked. In the secluded backyard of my friend's house, with two wonderful gal pals, we did (almost) naked yoga one fine summer day. It was glorious: warm sun shining on our nubile bodies, wind rustling our hair. The naughtiness of it was thrilling and dangerous . . ....

Seasonal Truth

Dec 26, 2014

Now that Christmas is over, I’m thinking of some seasonal truths I want to take with me into the new year. There are (of course) some standard old saws about over-indulgence, and children liking the boxes presents came in as much as the gifts, and how to keep Christmas all year long in your heart. I’m not there this year, friends! After feeling smug about our healthy family for the past years, kindergarten hit and it has been plague after plague of infectious ills. We have been too busy with...

They say less is more, but I’m a girl for whom more is more. I like things a lot. I am zealous and easily obsessed or excitable. I live my life well most days, but my obsessions can make me a little crazy. I guess I am a binger . I’m a little bingey . I bingeth . I am a women bingeonified . Of course that was a word before I used it. One of my latest obsessions has been cargo bikes. I’ve been biking more for daily errands and thus carrying more of whatever else I might be obsessed with upon...

My lunches have been lonely. I mean, Libby is there, but one on one time is different than when it was Libby and Portia and I heatedly discussing how many carrots must be consumed. I miss Portia and Libby together, fighting and working things out. Or like today as together they make up "Nut Job: The Musical" at the breakfast table, the energy is just different. I don't exactly mind it, but I feel unsettled. My lunches are lonely because Portia started Kindergarten this Fall. 
I wasn't going...

Have you ever seen a movie, like a thriller or a horror film where you KNOW that person shouldn't go in the basement? They kind of write the scene that way to get your adrenaline pumping. Going into that basement just means they will never come back out of it. I have one of these basements. In my dark, damp, ugly basement Things Get Lost. We call it Storing Stuff, but really, if we are honest, we just Loose Stuff in our basement. Down the rickety Needs Paint stairs are mildewed walls and a...

Spring is now here and those fresh, balmy mornings on my tiny front porch have begun. We often eat breakfast on the front porch and dinner on the backyard patio. Being outside is so enjoyable, especially after that endless winter! With these warm Spring days we just drift outside to enjoy the sunshine. And don't get me started about my hammock! Mother's Day last year was very very good to me. Now we have a lovely hammock that can support 500 pounds of family cuddling-- though I usually kick...

Dear Mom

Apr 18, 2014

I am (almost) glad that you died when I was thirteen years old. Last night John and I watched the movie "Everybody's Fine" where parenthood and life can go wrong and painful. Afterwards I went up to Libby's bedroom where she was finally asleep, and I lifted her up in to my arms, onto my lap and I held her and rocked her and cried into her soft, sweet neck. Then I did the same with Portia. Neither of them woke up, They slept the deep sleep of little girls and good living. I thought of you. I...