Heather is also the author of more than two-dozen non-fiction titles. She began writing in her early twenties with magazine articles and a column for a Christian woman’s magazine. After writing several books of her own, she moved on to write numerous books with her husband, and to edit or collaborate with other authors.
These days, Heather is returning to publishing after a personal hiatus during which time she focused on her recovery from alcoholism and on her spiritual connection to God and others. Today, Heather is especially interested in raising awareness in the Christian community about topics related to addiction and recovery.
Heather loves to read books by authors who are willing to take risks to write honestly about their problems, doubts, and questions regarding their spiritual journey. She is particularly fond of authors who frequently find themselves baffled by God even as they fall more in love with Him.
Heather loves novels, yoga, recovery meetings, biking or hiking, visiting her grown kids in Oregon, and having spiritually stimulating discussions with people from all walks of life and faith. She and her husband have five grown children and make their home in Colorado Springs, CO.
On a more personal note, here are some things you don’t really need to know about me, but will if you read this blog:
- I am a huge fan of people who hang out in church basements and drink weak coffee and tell each other honest stories about how they got so broken.
- While some people dream of dinner with Ghandi or Tea with Mother Teresa, I always wanted to go back in time to share a bottle of good red wine with Jesus.
- I spent most of my career writing books or helping people write books until I got too drunk every night to remember the next day what I did the night before and so I stopped writing anything at all for a long time. Now, my brain is less pickled and I am ready to write something again and so I have .
- I live in Colorado Springs, which used to be the last place I ever wanted to live because there were too many Christians here who might know I was supposed to be a Christian, too, and I worried that I wouldn’t be able to keep my drinking a big secret. Now that I’m in recovery I like it here a lot and I just tell everybody all the shameful things I did as a drunk that hurt my pride so there won’t be so much of it left to protect, and it seems better that way.
- I am occasionally inclined to mild profanity when things go wrong and to saying “Praise God,” when they go right, although I consider both of these bad habits I’m trying to break. Not because life can’t be crap and God isn’t good, but because it’s more complicated than that, and I think since I’m a writer I should use my words better.
- I have a little black bat-faced dog named Edmund who after seven years still barks wildly at me every time I come through my own front door. “You belong to me, Stupid,” I tell him. “You’re supposed to bark at strangers.” But the truth is that I am not good at barking at strangers, either. I’m generally all nice and sweet to them while I bark the most at the people I belong to. I belong, at least in part, to a handsome, groovy, God-loving, genius book editor named David Kopp. We’re been married for seventeen years and have five grown children between us., two hers and three his, none ourse, and none I should talk about here too much because to tell you even the smallest details of their amazing accomplishments and beautiful souls would be bragging.
- This is Edmund
Me and my husband, Dave