Author Archives: Heidi Stauff

About Heidi Stauff

Ultimately ending up in Atlanta, Heidi's creative impulses followed many paths. She delivered middle-class, white-girl, angst to tens and twenties of Generation-Xers through the now defunct rock-band, Belljar. She designed hundreds of dresses for Disney-bound little girls. She birthed two babies she now homeschools, lost and then found her faith again, and writes about all of it in her free time: which is usually after midnight with a glass or three of wine.

How I ended up with an identical twin lost in Vietnam.

I ended up in Vietnam after meeting a guy at church with a strange name. It gave me the idea for a short story about a worship leader from a mega-church named, Glorious. He was going to get so caught … Continue reading

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Write what you know. Know what you write.

  Write what you know.—I have stumbled across this aphorism more times than I care to recount in writing advice articles. There is truth in it, but there is also a lie. The lie discourages writers from going outside of … Continue reading

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The Matryoshka Women: A Mother’s Day Story.

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Last Hope

So, I got a new job doing video production at The Woven Tale Press It is more like play for me than work. I got to work with acclaimed poet Richard Hoffman who has published six books and won numerous awards and the talented … Continue reading

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The Meaning of Flight

I wrote this short story about 15 years ago. It was based on my experience as a nanny for a wealthy family. There is a world that exists that only “hired help” knows about. I hope I did a good … Continue reading

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“Leo’s Bomb” by Sheldon Costa

In my quest to read a quality short story every day, I came across “Leo’s Bomb,” by Sheldon Costa in the Georgia Review. You can read it here. It is a story about an introverted artist that makes his living off … Continue reading

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The Secret Life of Pearls

  It sits inside the soft dipped U of her throat: “something white” pried loose from the mouth of the Australian South Sea and hung on a gold chain.   The alarm of clinking glasses forces another kiss. My mother whispers … Continue reading

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