Work after baby…taking a risk
We, as women, never think we can take a risk. It is always about our families, managers and that our partners are looked after, nourished and secure. We forget that we must fill our vessels. Let’s be honest, it is…
Breast cancer from diagnosis and beyond
Breast cancer. We hear about it, see campaigns for awareness and prevention and know someone who knows someone who had it. We never think it can be our reality. As some of you read in a previous blog of mine…
Beauty is only skin deep
This is not a blog about how heavy I am and how badly I want to lose weight. This is not a blog about how I wish my boobs were higher, my ass were smaller, my thighs were slimmer or…
ANOTHER CHAPTER IN MY LIFE STORY
Now that we are in the month of May and I look back on what a whacky time April was for me, it is almost hard to believe so much can transpire in 30 days. My wedding anniversary is March…
From Comfort to Risk
We, as women, never think we can take a risk. It is always about our families, managers and that our partners are looked after, nourished and secure. We forget that we must fill our vessels. Let’s be honest, it is…
Ode to Marriage
It has been coming up a lot recently that most marriages will not only likely end in divorce (as I have seen often) but that many people are not even interested in the commitment entirely. I was not always of…
Becoming an Entrepreneur, the how and why?
Entrepreneurship was not what I originally had in mind when I thought about what I needed to do to make my work/life balance come to fruition. My purpose was to find something I could do that would allow me the…
A LOVE LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER WITH A FEW LIFE LESSONS ADDED IN
Many years ago I was told by someone whom I admired and cared about very much told me, “Only the strongest women birth daughters”! From that moment on, I thought about the intense pressure it would be to raise…
Journey from Hate to Freedom
Margarete (Gretel) Marcus – her story is one which needs to be told often and by many, lest we forget. Gretel was my Oma (German for grandmother), she always asked me to write a book about her life, but for…