Heather Christie’s Blog
Thanks for stopping by to check out my blog. Sit down, grab a cup of tea, and browse around. Each quarter (January, April, July, and October) I try to write a new post and share a little piece of my life.
My two teenage kids take up a lot of space on the page. But I also love to write about my attempt to lead a healthy, mindful, and purpose-driven life, and what it’s like to start over in New York City and chase a dream at middle age. And lots more.
While it’s a blast when a big website re-syndicates one of my posts, my real goal is to write in a such a way that compels you pop back again and again to read my stories. I love it when you like, comment, or share a post. And when you subscribe to my email list it makes me happy. Thanks.
Xoxo,
Heather
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