Helga's Dear Diary

On snowy winter days, I feel a pang of sadness that I don’t have a child and a husband. Those moments when you take the sleds and ride until your cheeks are frozen, play snowball fights, write in the snow, or decorate snowy cars with hearts… moments

I said I wouldn’t write anymore, but in the end I felt drawn to share: today there was a beautiful snowstorm, piles of fresh snow. I fulfilled one dream - trampled a heart in the snow right across from his window. Across the road. A big heart… I fel

In the new year, I wish myself to be a friend, a love, a choice, a responsibility, a happiness, a desire,  and the most precious person in my man’s own life. And the chance to one day call a man - my own.To be support, to be a shoulder, to be there e

She wakes up slowly, as if her consciousness is lazily rising from a soft cloud of sleep. Her eyelids tremble, letting in the muted morning light. Her eyes adjust to the dim glow, and the first thing she notices is the tulips on the nightstand. They