I love audiobooks. What a great way to get to know a book by listening to it.
The other day we were working on a project and my helper -the young women I will soon tell you about -and I listened to “A Man Called Ove.” We worked quietly, we were both captured by the story. Continue reading
How did I become a pompous ass? I am not into pomp and glitter; I am not a show-off; I was raised differently. Continue reading
When I was a just a little girl I had a best friend named “Dusie.” She knew the dark secrets of my early childhood, back then when I was just a little girl and I still lived with my birth-givers. She was there when I cried and she was there when I laughed and played. She stayed with me when I left my parents house, to live with my Grandmother. Continue reading
I love to go for long walks with our dogs and often drive out of town into a nearby forest, park somewhere and off we go. “Aren’t you afraid to walk into the woods?” I hear it often and I have to say I am not afraid at all. Life isn’t a staged movie, where the bad guy is hiding behind a single tree in a gigantic forest, waiting there for years for the right woman to come by. Continue reading
Once upon a time, there was an unfortunate poor man. His home was also very poor – a small and empty house, where mice made their nests and spiders made their webs. People tried to avoid coming into his house – why should they stick their noses into those poor ruins? And the poor man thought that poverty was the reason of his misfortunes – his eternal destiny.