And then I stopped!

A Stork, probably blinded by ice and snow flying through the European Alps without a GPS system, finally dropped me at the house of my parents 56 years ago.

A little Girl and Audi

A little girl, cute as she can be, with the confidence of a toddler, leaning against an Audi Sport RS4. Beautiful picture that backfired, because we live at a time where any kind of normal is just no longer possible.

Poverty is a lack of cash, not a lack of character

How can we judge something most of us are fortunate enough to never have to live through?

Memories – Counting the Votes

“Mama said we are Republicans,” one of my helpers told me the other day and I could not help but smile. “How old were you?” I asked curiously and he said he didn’t know. Somewhere in between child and teenager, he became a Republican, because his mother said they were.

The Coronavirus around the World

Could it be that simple? Kids and teachers in Thailand wear special hats, which make sure that they keep the necessary distance.  I love the idea for many reasons. First of all, I can see that it illustrates distance in a way a child will understand.

There Will Be No Flowers Today

Trilogy for My Father

IMPRINTS (Part 1 of Trilogy for My Father)

His shoes by the front door make me cry,
like his glasses resting atop an
unfinished crossword
and his toothbrush in its holder
the bristles still damp.
And I wonder…

Alexa! Do you speak Toddler?

In a few years, the little girl will ask Alexa to help her with her homework and while I don’t comprehend (anymore) I find the idea very appealing. Where was Alexa when I grew up?

More Than a Cry in The Dark

Last night I sat in the dark; tears were rolling down my cheeks. I don’t cry often. If I do, then it’s because of a book or a movie. When a story touches my heart, that’s when I cry. I can’t help it, it’s a defense mechanism I suppose. 

A Little Girls World full of Adventures

I always have great projects in my workroom, but some are just more special than others. It’s either the past, which speaks to me through the pieces, or I fall head over heels in love with customers and their story. 

Let me feel, please!

The numbness I feel when I hear about another mass shooting is alarming. Am I becoming cold-hearted, or is it a simple defense mechanism that helps me to avoid the hurt I felt so many times before. Yesterday, more innocent victims have been killed by another coward mass murderer with a gun, he should not have been allowed to have.