by Heather Christie | Nov 18, 2016 | Inspiration/Mindful Living/Dream Chasing, Life Lessons |
The metaphorical light at the end of the parenting tunnel is growing brighter. As my kids near their launch into the great big world, I realize I’ve passed the halfway point. The hard, physical work of parenthood is behind me. While the last sixteen years have been... read more
by Heather Christie | Aug 12, 2016 | Inspiration/Mindful Living/Dream Chasing |
Writers are notorious complainers. The rejection is hard to swallow and the waiting tantamount to waterboarding. I’ve plastered positive idioms all over my vision board and I meditate upon them each time a pass (aka rejection) comes across my email. But sometimes I... read more
by Heather Christie | Jul 1, 2016 | Heather's Blog, Inspiration/Mindful Living/Dream Chasing |
When you ask a child “Who do you want to be when you grow up?” she most likely responds with alacrity. A rockstar. A doctor. An US National Team soccer player. A super hero. A vet. Children slid with ease into who they want to be. They play make-believe in the back... read more
by Heather Christie | Apr 17, 2016 | Heather's Blog, Inspiration/Mindful Living/Dream Chasing |
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... read more
by Heather Christie | Mar 20, 2016 | Heather's Blog, Inspiration/Mindful Living/Dream Chasing |
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... read more
by Heather Christie | Mar 15, 2016 | Inspiration/Mindful Living/Dream Chasing, The Grandparents |
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... read more