Today is International Women’s Day, and I’m writing this from Hanoi. For many years I dreamed about doing a solo trip like this. But life had other priorities. Motherhood. Building a home. Building a career. Then building a business. Each time the idea of travelling alone appeared, it quietly moved down the list. Twenty-five years later, I finally said yes. Today was a beautiful, slow day here in Hanoi. A morning walk through the streets. A strong Vietnamese coffee and a simple breakfast. A...

Published 06/11/25 9.10 am You finally get a break. The house is quiet. The list is done. You should be able to relax… but your mind won’t stop. You sit down — and suddenly, you remember ten things you forgot. You scroll. You overthink. You tidy. You plan. And before you know it, your “me time” is gone. Sound familiar? If you’ve ever said, “I don’t even know how to relax anymore,” — you’re not alone. It’s not that you don’t want rest. It’s that your body doesn’t know what safety feels like...

What happens when a woman’s love is measured by how much she can give? Not just emotionally — but financially. Not just with care — but with her capacity to provide. This is the quiet story of so many daughters, sisters, partners, and mothers… Women who learned early on that love isn’t something you receive for just being who you are — It’s something you have to earn. Through doing. Through rescuing. Through giving more than you have. Somewhere along the way, money became the proof of love.