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My husband once said he loved me because I am well-versed in my own opinions.
Despite the way it came out, I knew he meant it as a compliment. And even though it's become an oft-repeated family joke, it also contributed a spark to the eventual birth of this blog. I mean, if he appreciates my opinions... 😁

So welcome to the Blog of Heather's Opinions on Random Subjects! I kinda like to think of it as the Seinfeld of the blogging world. A blog about nothing. Except all those "nothings" influence who we are, what we do, who we become, gradually making up our days, our months, our years ... and eventually our entire lives.

What do you say we live them on purpose?

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