Two puzzles
Category: LOVE STORY
On how I met my husband
featuring #IAMWHOLE
As a teenager, I was a recluse. I read – a lot, played Atari on my brand new home computer (do you remember those two-dimensional computer games that would take an hour to load up, once a cassette would be inserted into the separate player?).
I enjoyed music. I methodically listened to my dad’s entire record collection and later on played some of those pieces (badly) on our upright piano.
I also loved to walk and talk.
On that birth story I never wrote down
I have kept a journal ever since I learnt how to write. I wrote a PhD, I write a weekly blog.
I have hand written letters to my best friend ever since I could remember.
I wrote my first daughter‘s birth story minute by minute, stage by stage.
My wedding, part III, or How I cannot read the future, even when it’s laid right in front of me
I grew up in a house full of books.
Books in the mahogany bookcase, books in the vitrines, in place of figurines, knick-knacks and glassware. Books instead of side tables. Books supporting dressers and cabinets, books in wall crevices. Books in the wardrobe. Books in corridors, books behind doors, books on the kitchen table, books in beds, books on the upright piano, books on windowsills. Books at the entrance, books in the balcony.
Our wedding – PART II, or how to piece one memory from different sources
The story of our wedding, part I, can be found here.
It is the same day, 11am.
Let us piece the rest of the day, from various sources:
My feelings: of embarrassment, or rather pure terror. In my usual life, I smile and laugh a lot, especially in inappropriate moments. I was somehow convinced I was going to burst out with laughter, so pinching myself I sat, in a fixed uncomfortable position, throughout the ceremony. I remember nothing else.
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#ACCOUNTS THAT COUNT
NOMINATIONS NOW OPEN!
You have heard me more than once speak about how important it is to spread a positive message and to read inspiring, rather than anxiety-inducing writing.
Time to put my money where my heart is, well, more like, my writing where my heart is. So here it is. Continue reading “#ACCOUNTS THAT COUNT”