Inspirations Blog

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.