Heather is a mom to 3 captive, although rambunctious, audience members who are currently earning college credit just by riding in the minivan. She is a master communicator, an absolute joy to be around, and a walking encyclopedia of obscure facts. Because her motto is “Silence in the car is wasted learning time”, her children don't listen to Top 40 radio—they listen to three-hour historical podcasts on double-speed while running errands while she frequently pauses for spontaneous mini-lessons on the difference between "there," "their," and "they're." As a fierce guardian of the English language, Heather will gently correct your misplaced modifiers before you’ve even finished your sentence, all while dropping profound life wisdom with zero dangling participles. Heather's kitchen game is equally formidable: give her a block of cheese, her beloved Salad Shooter, and a crockpot, and she will shred an entire farm’s worth of vegetables in four seconds flat, dump 14 unmeasured spices into a pot, and walk away like a boss—producing a five-star meal by 5:00 PM. But her true superpower? Dropping everything to tear up the dance floor, hitting every step of a line dance routine with terrifying precision, immaculate rhythm, and pure, unadulterated joy.