There is nothing more bohemian, than walking with flip-flops. For those who love it like me, there is nothing more comfortable to walk...
When I was a young girl, I was bullied by a so-called friend - the daughter of one of my mother's best friends. At the time it w...
I am a pseudo blogger. Never publishing when I say, or when I should. I have many ideas, many thoughts and many posts go through m...
I've always dreamed of becoming a mother. Dreamed of getting married, going through all states, said 'normal'. The c...
As we are in the month of Christmas, and is there a better time to talk about daily miracles? Moments and people for whom we ar...
O que faz uma mãe e um pai empreendedores com uma enorme vontade de proporcionar ao filho brinquedos intemporais e amigos do amb...
For us, mothers, we are also someone's daughter ... someone who's gone and is now the brightest little star in the sky ....
One of these days, Paula Carminé, a follower of this blog, sent me the following message and with her permission I am publishing i...