( A Novel releasing January 25, 2018 )
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Millington Valley is a quintessential small Pennsylvania town: families go back generations. Football rules. Kids drink while adults look the other way. When smart and pretty Molly Hanover moves to town and attracts the attention of the football team’s hero, Wade Thornton—a nice guy with a bad drinking habit—longtime friendships are threatened and a popular cheerleader tries to turn the school against Molly.
The young couple’s dream of a future together is shattered when …
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About Heather Christie (Writer):
When I was seventeen, I fell madly-sweep-you-off-your-feet in love. He broke my heart…
Fast forward twelve years and I fell into real estate, finding it the most efficient way to make money, and had the thrill of riding the real estate boom through the mid 2000s. By the time the housing market crashed, I was burned out and feeling like I had sacrificed my creative soul.
While working through an MFA program, I wrote my Young Adult crossover novel What The Valley Knows. And then I rewrote it, and rewrote it, and rewrote it.
Heather’s Sunday Morning Blog
Have you stopped by looking for my blog? Great! Sit down, grab a cup of tea, and browse around. The first Sunday of the month I 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 the joy and… read more
The stadium lights glowed in the warm, early evening, the turf a bright green. Hershey Park Stadium was mostly empty as my son’s high school soccer team warmed up. Rap music played over the loud speaker. The American flag waved in the gentle breeze, its red and white...read more
On my computer screen, a grainy black and white photograph stares at me. It’s jarring how young he was. And how handsome. And that he was dead at forty-one—an age younger than I am now. His obituary photo is all that pops up when I Google his name—the single evidence...read more
When my family moved to the Oley Valley, I was in the second grade. The village had less than 2000 residents, one traffic light, and no football team. The Main Street was, and still is, lined with brick Victorians and old stone farmhouses. There’s the M & M...read more