Inspirations Blog

There’s something almost mythic about a friendship that begins in childhood and manages to hold steady through the chaos of growing up. Most of us collect people along the way; classmates, coworkers, neighbours, the parents of our kids’ friends, but the ones who knew us before adulthood occupy a different part of who we are. They’re not just friends. They’re witnesses. They knew the early version of us. A childhood friend remembers who you were before life layered on resp

My mum was born in East Germany in 1948. While WWII was over, the communists had been given control of a quarter of the country which at that time included where my family was from.

A few years after I lost my mum, I was looking for a way to give back to the community and I came across a not-for-profit board seat. They were looking for someone with human resources experience, it was perfect.

Some stories just stick with you. A woman I worked with many years ago shared a personal story with me one day in our office cafe. For the life of me I can’t remember her name but I can picture her face.

Looking back, I’ve always been a writer. As a kid I wrote poems and letters to express what I wanted to say when articulating it was too hard. I wrote letters to my parents, my friends, my boyfriends, because letters were safer.