A slim mixed woman wearing a black, sheer, and ruffled nightgown, with her legs crossed and her left hand resting on her hip.

Heidi Zuva’s lifelong love is story, in all its forms. She was born in South Africa to a German librarian and a Zimbabwean professor, and she lived there with her pet tortoise, imaginatively named Tortoise, for the first four years of her life.

As a child, she aspired to be a witch. Instead, she graduated from Phillips Exeter Academy with her year’s science prize, then from Harvard College with a degree in Human Evolutionary Biology. She’s a former model and occasional actress, an always-writer, a retired baddie, and a one-time epigenetics researcher.

Heidi’s career trajectory really doesn’t make any sense, unless you consider her main interest: people and their stories. In and out of her clothes, she’s always been deeply interested in human motivation, loneliness, and the parts of ourselves that we don’t share. Frankly, she’s a nosy bitch.

Heidi now lives a quiet life in London with a husband she loves an embarrassing amount and a five year old whose smile makes the sun rise. They have three cats and she’s always mixing up some potion or other (some might call it dinner, others a hex) so basically she managed to become a witch after all. 

Wonderfully, it is not yet The End.