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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5 Tips For A Young Mother

5 Tips For A Young Mother

Sixteen years ago in the wee morning hours of May 5th, I become a mother five weeks ahead of schedule. I was not ready. No diapers. No onsies. No breast pump. No cute pictures on his nursery walls. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Although, I did have my famous To-Do lists tacked...

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Guess Who’s Coming For Dinner?

Guess Who’s Coming For Dinner?

Cathy Cultice Lentes is a lovely person, a beautiful poet, and deft prose writer. We met during our MFA Program and became fast friends. Her poetry book Getting The Mail debuts this spring. I am thrilled to have her guest blog today. Enjoy! Cathy's Food For Thought:...

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Do You Dread Birthdays?

Do You Dread Birthdays?

Monday was my birthday. With each passing year, I become more cognizant that my time on Earth is limited. My children aren’t little kids anymore. My parents are getting older and my father’s health is deteriorating. I dye my hair every five weeks. Heck, my husband...

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Guess What I Caught My Son Doing . . .

Guess What I Caught My Son Doing . . .

With the joys of parenthood come plenty of small and sometimes large disappointments. The defeats we quietly absorb, maybe vent about to a close friend, or agonize over with a spouse. All that stuff we’re not posting on Facebook or bragging about in the annual...

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This Costs How Much?

This Costs How Much?

According to the money.CNN.com, the average cost to raise a child in the United States is $245,920 (and as high as $455,00 in the urban Northeast). This does not include the price of college. If you want all of CNN’s the brutal facts, click here. When I was pregnant...

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Lent Is Almost Over . . . Thank God!

Lent Is Almost Over . . . Thank God!

Let me tell you a secret. I used to be addicted to Cheez-its and Coca Cola. This went on for years. As a real estate agent, I raced around town showing houses with complete disregard for proper nutrition. I’d sneak into the WaWa or 7-11 and buy a large pack of...

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My Grandmother Has Gone. This Is What She Left.

My Grandmother Has Gone. This Is What She Left.

The last time I saw my grandmother, she lay rigid, a thin sheet pulled to her chin, her gray hair swept away from her face, her ninety-three-year-old skin smooth like porcelain. She had been a beautiful woman once—movie star caliber. Now, she was a fraction of her...

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This Is What I Left In New York City

This Is What I Left In New York City

It was dusk and the day about to disappear as the traffic signal glowed bright red, then green. I remember my parents’ silver station wagon double-parked at the corner of 79th Street and Amsterdam Avenue, its four-ways flashing. All of my worldly possessions were...

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Learning To Fly

Learning To Fly

When I was nine years old and my younger sister was a preschooler, my brothers and I convinced her she could fly—like a bird. We lived on a small farm with a huge stone bank barn. We walked her to the top of the hill that abutted the barn and told her to back up and...

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