A Dream About Motherhood
When it came to the second child in my family, I was even a little…
Author Tatusya Bo
Tatusya Bo
A blogger of a very free style, a children's writer for the smallest
Wolves in sheepskin and lambs in wolf masks, or Who and from whom to choose? (reflections on the issue without any calls or agitation)
This election will be symbolic for us already by the fact that we will hardly…
You’d better…
My friend, a volunteer. Her whole free time she dedicates to raising money for treatment…
My cherished superhero
My friend doesn’t like children. He simply doesn’t like them. And he is honest about…
Those who are not with us. Memorial Day
Once I even eavesdropped what she whispered about and it was rather confusing. There were…
Cinema tinged with silent sadness
But I did watch. Perhaps, it was a sissy decision – not to get on…
Hand-holding or Several unexpected words about love
Sometimes, I was openly amused by them. I stepped on the sidewalk and slowly followed…
Total poverty
My first personal fridge (a very old one which could be locked only with a…
No a single trace of politics
So, about the flowers… My grandma deadly loved pavonies for some reason. Actually, I know…