Janine Helligar

I am. I think. I write.

Welcome to my space… the place where I come share a truth or a peeve or frankly announce when I notice that “the emperor” is indeed naked as a newborn babe.

I must confess to three things:

(1) that I am a obsessed with the perfect grilled cheese sandwich;

(2) that I sometimes cannot help microwaving to gooey perfection and then inhaling cheese in the stillness before the break of dawn; and

(3) that there are no words, no words to how discontentedly wretched I am when I am wearing anything other than a very pretty dress and, of course, very pretty shoes–yes, even when it is an arctic 40 degrees!

So now you know.

To see the complete collection of my writings on this site, please click here, get comfortable, and spend some time with me.

But if you would like a place to start, why not start with these frank observations:

Today, I Made My Mommy Cry…
Mommy, I Love You
Who’s Your Sweetie
I Wonder Why
Advice to My Younger Self
Memorial Day: It Is a Sad Day
Three pretty Ways to Say No
Slingbacks, a Saleslady, and an Epiphany
Beautiful, Successful, Rich, Undressed
So “Connected,” So Alone
Remembrance: Deep, Meaningful, True
Are You Profoundly Absurd?!
The Obama Years: It Was Camelot

Postscript: Thank you mum and David.  You show up faithfully for a few minutes every week without fail to read my thoughts and leave comments–and it means everything!