Heather Christie’s
Sunday Morning Blog

Thanks for stopping by to check out my blog. 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 heartache of a long-term marriage, the gift of aging parents, my attempt to lead a healthy, mindful, and purpose-driven life, my career as a real estate professional, and what it’s like to chase a dream at middle age. And lots more. Sometimes I even throw in a recipe for Sunday dinner.

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—my heart lifts. You’re making my dream come true. Thanks.


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Who Is The Bully In Your Life?

“Do you have a moment, Heather?” asked my son’s sixth grade teacher. Her voice was tight and concerned. I clutched my cell phone at my ear. “Sure.” My pulse quickened. “Your son and his friends are a bit too bold. Sometimes they’re not so nice.” I swallowed hard and...

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Who Is That Old Lady In The Mirror?

I was at the mall the other day, rushing into Boscov’s to buy some lipstick, when I caught the reflection of an older woman wearing the same leopard print coat that I was wearing. Hmm . . . that’s funny. I’d purchased my threads at the Coach Outlet store thirty-five...

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What Is Your Earliest Christmas Memory?

The room is dim—the only source of light is the late afternoon sun sneaking through the wavy glass windowpanes and dancing across the deep sills. A huge tree stands against a plaster white wall. There is a tall wooden ladder, its legs splayed, perched next to the...

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I Hate Christmas And This Is Why

No sooner had I cleaned up Thanksgiving dinner that it hit me. Sure as the sun would rise, Black Friday would dawn and Cyber Monday would follow. The holiday shopping could not be delayed any longer. Time to face the crowds, the credit cards, and the capitalist...

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Who Is The Real Shopper In Your House?

Most guys hate to shop, right? My seventeen-year-old son fits the popular stereotype. He’s a one-stop shop kind of guy. If the item can’t be purchased in Dick’s Sporting Goods, then it’s probably not going to be found. In fact, ten minutes in Dick’s is all the time he...

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The End Will Come And This Is What It Looks Like

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...

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Do You Believe In Ghosts?

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...

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The Last Soccer Season

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...

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