From the monthly archives: June 2012
Welcome to the third in a series of articles entitled: Awesome Women with Awesome Jobs.
I was looking at my friends list on Facebook one day and it suddenly struck me, that I know so many absolutely awesome women with rather special jobs. Jobs that are not just about pulling home a […]
She wrote a note to her one-year old daughter marked “To be opened on your 18th birthday”. And one to her husband. She got into her car, drove to the highest bridge around, got out of her car and jumped.
As I am writing about it now, I can’t seem to […]
Welcome to the second in a series of articles entitled: Awesome Women with Awesome Jobs.
I was looking at my friends list on Facebook one day and it suddenly struck me that I know so many absolutely awesome women with rather special jobs. Jobs that are not just about pulling home a paycheck. No, these […]
Welcome to the first in a series of articles entitled: Awesome Women with Awesome Jobs.
I was looking at my friends list on Facebook one day and it suddenly struck me that I know so many absolutely awesome women with rather special jobs. Jobs that are not just about pulling home a paycheck. No, these […]
In Surburbia, Denmark, where I live, the nature that surrounds me has been completely domesticized. Tamed. I am surrounded by little combed squares of grass and trees with designer flowers arranged in fashionable colour schemes. There are no really dangerous or venemous animals. Well. We do have slugs called “killer slugs” but all they really kill […]
It is my wish and ambition that www.cindafuckingrella.com shall grow to be more than it is today. I would love for it to become… a community. A place where people go and read about stuff, saying: “Oh my God – me too!” or “Whoa, glad it wasn’t me” or “HAHAHAHAHA! That the funniest […]
In my entire adult life, I’ve suffered from a disc in my lower back, that pops out. As you can imagine, this hurts like a motherfucker.
I have had X-rays taken, seen doctors, specialists, therapists and physiotherapists… They say pretty much the same. It’s a disk. It pops out. And I have a sway […]
Growing up, I’d see my friends every day. In school there would be friends and we’d play after school. Again at college where we’d “hang out”. Every day I’d be with my friends. Then, when I was old enough to get a job, I would be with coworkers, some of which then turned into friends. […]
