Each year

I wrote until my fingers were sore – nectarine jam, peach jam, forest berry jam, melon-lemon-banana jam, strawberry jam. Yes, us tax people did another round of jam making and cookie backing. ‘God this smells good!’ I thought to myself for the entire afternoon, especially, because I hadn’t managed to eat breakfast or lunch. But I was able to resist the temptation and didn’t even nick the smallest morsel.

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When your own child needs help

It is already many years ago. The pictures in my memory have almost faded. But the shock I had then remains and when I think of the situation, it still comes back again. Read More »