Happy 4th of July CC! – Wherever You Are.

The crowds at the beach grew quickly as the days grew longer and the weather grew warmer, and on the 4th of July, the beach was packed.  The drummers camped on the sidewalk and as the sun went down, the pounding African rhythms filled the air.   A few yards away, the bikers camped in the parking lot.  In the twilight, the motorcycle running lights sparkled like tiny diamonds, washing out the stars in the night sky.  The wailing of classic blues and soul blending with the beat of African drums.   Beyond the bikers were the kids.  Big cars and … Continue reading Happy 4th of July CC! – Wherever You Are.

Ok…I just googled myself! My pic, my book, & my interviews are on page 1 …OMG!!!

Today is ebook launch day and to say I’m excited would be a gross understatement. I’m having a hard time doing anything else but staring at my screen hitting the refresh button. Between Amazon and Goodreads, I have 5 reviews…one … Continue reading Ok…I just googled myself! My pic, my book, & my interviews are on page 1 …OMG!!!

The Year Marjorie Moore Learned to Live

GENERAL – Author Name: Christie Grotheim – Book Title: The Year Marjorie Moore Learned to Live – Book Genre: Contemporary Fiction – Release Date: April 2, 2019 – Publisher: Heliotrope Books THE BOOK – Please describe what the book is about. Forever searching elsewhere, Marjorie Moore is consumed with wanting, or in her opinion, needing. Feeling trapped by her town and her family, she escapes through obsessive shopping, pill popping, and fantasizing about a possible affair with a friend from high school with whom she reconnects on Facebook. Her growing credit card debt “forces” her to sell prescription drugs—which she … Continue reading The Year Marjorie Moore Learned to Live

Feeling some kinda way…

https://zurl.co/oMxe This is the house I grew up in.  It burned up yesterday.  The smoke is pouring out of what was once my bedroom.  I used to climb out of my bedroom window and sit on the roof over the front porch and watch the people, or watch the stars. My cousins lived on the right side and two doors down on the left was my best friend Tracey.  Across the street is the most beautiful church I’d ever seen.  All summer long, the priest would say mass with the doors open. I only got a few glimpses of the … Continue reading Feeling some kinda way…


I’m 52. I am fifty-two. I’m not 39 again. I’m not forty-twelve. I’m fifty-two years old. I’ve got natural home-grown hair flowing down to the middle of my back, long curly eyelashes, and a rack of awesomeness. My nails are … Continue reading 52

Boys to Men

  My boys— young men—were born into a world where the expectation was juvie at 15, fatherhood at 16, prison at 18, and death before 25; but I was blessed with their care at young ages: the oldest boys when they were 4,5,6, the youngest when he was 8 months; and a girl when she was 5.  There are no words for how much I love these children, and I am blessed again to know them as young adults. It’s mind-boggling. The short version is, my youngest son is preparing to apply to colleges and my second oldest just became … Continue reading Boys to Men