To the women I love
To the women, who inspire me
To the women encouraging other women
To the women raising daughters and sons
To the mothers, granddaughters, sisters, cousins, nieces out there
To the strong women
To the weak women (you are strong too)
To the men supporting women to be strong and independent
To all women however young or old you might be
To the fathers of daughters, grandfathers of granddaughters, brothers of sisters, cousins of coursins, uncles of nieces, nepfews of uncles…
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I am scared of tomorrow. Tomorrow is the 4th Saturday in a row that the Gilets Jaunes or yellow vests will take to the streets.
The first Saturday the movement of protest was not yet important, it only led S. to buy me a pink vest so that I am more visible on my bike rather than the standard colour, yellow.
Two weeks ago, we could feel the anger mounting. There was tear gas, there were sprayed words on shop windows, there were streetfights around the Champs Elysées. It was a bit scary, I wrote about it in one of my posts.
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Letters to Santa
by Solveig Werner
The postal elve frowned. Something like this had never happened to him since he started his long career many years ago.
He called his colleague without taking his eyes of the two neatly written letters on his desk, “Cristel, come and look at this!”
“What is it, Sam?” Cristel asked, whilst jotting down some presents that should be given to the kids whose letters were scattered on her desk.
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ecember is nearing and with it the nagging thoughts of buying/making Chrismas presents. But there is not only Christmas, but there are also birthdays, anniversaries, weddings and all sorts of occasions that might warrant the thought to think of a present.
When it is difficult to find just the thing
I always feel that it super tough to come up with the perfect gift, especially if the person, who I want to spoil already has everything and doesn’t want anything in particular or even worse, buys everything they want right away. My mother rarely bought presents for my dad (when she did, they weren’t what he really wanted), instead, she painted or sculpted a present for him (this is what he always really wanted). But I know, not everyone is comfortable with creating their own gift. Do give it a go!
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Ding ding ding, the Sally jumped at the sound of her dessert spoon carefully tapping her wineglass. She felt a bit naked in her electric blue dress, but it wasn’t the cleavage that gave her that feeling, it was that about 150 pairs of eyes were suddenly staring at her.
Sally bit her lips. This was new for her, up to now she had avoided speaking at birthdays, weddings and funerals. Today, was a first. Her eyes scanned the room, everyone seemed to have been frozen, as if they were the cast of sleeping beauty, forks were in mid-air, mouths were filled with food, but had stopped to move. Even the young woman in the pink dress had not regained her position which was hinting at a laughing fit.
Under her breath, Sally muttered, “let’s do this”. She cleared her throat.
“Hello everyone, before I start, please feel free to continue eating! No need to turn into statues that could be unearthed in Pompei, we here to celebrate!” Continue reading “Josh and Aaron”