Lost and Found

I started writing this the morning we found Hela. I haven’t changed it because this truly expresses the despair we felt. It was exactly 20 days since we had lost her. This was the first morning, that I woke up and told myself that I had to get a grip over myself. That no matter…

Mum is the word

Helicopter, Crunchy Granola, Wine, Tiger, Dragon, Exhausted, Competitive, Frenemy, Hot Mess Sounds like some random words I threw together, right? Wrong! Apparently these are types of moms. Hot mess?!! Really?!! Like the classification into 5 typed based on psychological and parenting profile wasn’t enough, we have some more categories circulating in popular media. Some more…

The other side

I was begging. Down on my knees on the floor. Begging, asking you to look at me once more. Just tell me. It wasn’t all my fault. Just tell me. You don’t blame me for it all. But you couldn’t see me. You couldn’t hear my voice as I pleaded. All you knew. You got…