My virtual brain extension creates new adventures on my inner screen. I stand between the end of one chapter in my life story and the beginning of the next.

Finally the declaration was so detailed
that even the children knew, down to the date and the hour,
when contact was permitted.

I don't know what it's like to grow up without a father
- because I don't know any other way.

He tells me how happy he is to be alive
and how much he loves us.

I simply do not believe any more that we will ever manage to make a baby by ourselves.

Suddenly I experienced a glimpse of what it means to be loved by God.

I felt I was prepared for everything. Healthy food in the fridge and a freezer packed with dinners suitable for children.

We were all intrigued: What, no face? Only a breast?

I had dreams which were both confusing and clarifying.

Oh yes, women are indeed dangerous for both children and men, and the witch hunt is still flourishing - but in a more subtle version than the witch burning of former times!

For my mother, it was not a matter of choice. She insisted that her husband should be at home.

I will never forget all the decisions I made on behalf of my children.

I allowed myself to experience this feelings, and they were genuine. I allowed myself to express my feelings for my friend.