Growing up in Germany, my father was stationed there as head of Defense Intelligence for Europe, and we necessarily tagged along.  It was much fun!  Living off base and on, we had the good fortune of some rather unique housing reminiscent of something from a James Bond novel replete with hidden passageways, underground tunnels, a blown up maids quarters in the back yard, and a bank vault for Hitler’s cache.

Traveling throughout Europe, sometimes by private train, sometimes by car, we became enchanted with old world Italy, Holland, Austria, Luxembourg and of course, the small cobble towns with which Germany was replete.

Stationed back to the States, none of us really wanted to leave, but we, necessarily, tagged along.   The Pentagon was my father’s destination, Virginia was ours and I found myself in somewhat of a culture shock.

At the tender age of sixteen my mother thought Putney Work Farm might quell my rebel side.  Fortunately, my father intervened and instead sent me to a finishing school in Paris where I took classes in dance, music, cooking and art.  Dance immediately charmed my heart  and became my passion.  Returning home I quickly rose in the ranks and joined a small company in DC wherein we performed in the tri-state region while I continued my studies and taught classes.

By 21, if I was going to pursue dance fully, New York was the only option.  I declined.  So my father sent me to college where I graduated with a degree in Finance and Accounting.  Lured to Colorado’s Penny Stock Market boom, I obtained my Series 7 license and became a broker.  I was one of three women in the company.

The market crashed and I shifted to working as controller for a local land developer with projects in Denver as well as various mountain resort areas.  Still – I danced.   The real estate market crashed and in the midst I acquired by trade, a daycare center, which would become my source of income for the next fifteen years.

My boss and I married, left Colorado, and moved to San Francisco where I bought a 40’ sailboat.  Taking a sabbatical, we sailed throughout the Bay, the Delta, down to Santa Barbara, LA, San Diego and throughout the Channel Islands.  Many stories; some perilous, some romantic, some comedic.  Still – I danced.

Selling the boat after 2 years we built a home in El Granada.  Fog horns.  Sandy Beaches.  Eucalyptus trees.  It was divine!  It was there I bore No. 1 Son.

The market began to waver and so we felt inclined to return to Colorado.  Packing our bags and son, we left.

We built a home I designed in the foothills, I bore two more sons and fortunately the daycare still thrived.  Alas dance – she left.

As did my husband.

Supporting three young children, the daycare managed to thrive until my third son reached first grade – a blessing!  And then collapsed.  I found jobs in the land development arena again as Comptroller and raised my boys.

Fourteen years passed and I met my second husband, a Christian and a Financial Planner.  Enamored, I followed his ways.   Working in his office as Finance Director I created unique wealth plans as well as a weekly economic commentary and a monthly newsletter.

One very memorable day, upon leaving the church service where we attended I met a sculptor in the narthex and was intrigued. I told him I wanted to learn how to sculpt in bronze having no experience whatsoever.  He laughed and dismissively told me to go to school.   Pressing, I told him I wanted him to teach me. Ultimately, he acquiesced whereupon I took solo classes three days a week, 4 hours a day for one year.  At the end of the year he told me I was – ready.

I had once again found a gift, a passion.

Immersed, I sculpted. I created. Prolific and dedicated, my talent shined!

Alas, the art world had just begun to crumble – and today has yet to truly recover.  It is as though art no longer possesses value.  An odd apparition.

Within those years I began to ravishly read politics.  My sons gave me insights.  And intrigued, I created a blog.   The blog gained momentum, Truth being the quest, fakery – an obsession.

And while my bronze have faded, I create, I write, and the world – shifts on its axis once again.

My Christian husband – well, he apparently was a fraud, a wolf in disguise who found Christianity a convenient niche market.  Alas he managed to parlay a multitude of betrayals before the mask began to shred.  Absconding with many valuables and divesting of many more, he donned a new mask.

And yet, grounded in life, faith, children, and my passions, I survived, thrived, and emerged a butterfly!

And a new chapter is beginning that interestingly takes me full circle to the roots of my upbringing as I dance with a former Green Beret… we shall see!

Grace~  Helena

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  1. Just came accross your site, very interesting from a UK person. You may be interested in the site run by John Ward – The Slog. A 69 year old man who lives in France and has a lot on insight in what is going on and how things are presented.

  2. Just discovered your blog yesterday and got sucked in for hours… loved it. Thank you!

    I was searching for a publication that had broken down the photo-shopping of Khashoggi & purported fiancee Hadice. Did not find what I was looking for, but came across your blog, with it’s elegant format and intriguing copy.

    I can relate to trials… lost health, house, car, parents, inheritance, and recently–my job (thanks Bias Response Team!)
    Trying to buck up and move on… sounds like you’re there too. God be with you, sister…

  3. Hello Helena,
    I came across your blog whilst researching the immigration crisis in Germany. I read the article that mentioned–among other things–the axe wielding person in Dusseldorf. Unfortunately, you mentioned incidents without providing a link to substantiate their occurences. That is not such a big deal, however, as I can probably find a source by searching a corresponding descriptive term. Your article provides several new perspectives to the immigration/integration situation in Germany, thank you for that.

    • Thank you Michael. Bloggers rarely include citations with their blogs, it is not a university research paper, it is a blog. That being said, I maintain links to all my sources when writing each and every blog and save those within my private computer. I try to be very thorough and very careful in that regard.

  4. Bonjour Helena,
    Puisque vous avez vécu en France, vous devez maîtriser la langue de Molière.
    Le hasard m’a amené vers votre blog et celui-ci m’a enchanté.
    Je suis Parisien – né dans l’Isle de la Cité, près de Notre-Dame, je travaille et je vis dans celle qui fût la Lumière du monde – et aujourd’hui la situation politique de mon pays m’attriste énormément.
    Quinquagénaire, j’envisage sérieusement de finir ma vie aux USA, seul refuge désormais pour l’Esprit de L’Occident et ses racines grecques, romaines et chrétiennes.
    Bien à vous.

    • Oui, j’aime bien la comédie, soulève mon esprit! Je vais étudier.

      Paris est en effet assiégé, je suis tellement désolé, mais en Dieu il y a toujours de la force et une lumière à la fin, mais le voyage est difficile.Chaque pays est maintenant soumis aux conflits civils, y compris aux États-Unis, mais il y a un refuge et ce refuge est l’HOPE indéniable.

      Sans espoir, il n’y a pas de paix.

      la grace, Helena

  5. Very interesting writing. I came across your blog whilst reading an NPR story about why Africans drown. (I learned that it was because they are stupid.) Searching for the African Development Bank and adding Soros to the search led me to you. Keep up the good work and thanks for the TRUTH.

  6. Came across your blog via Ina Vukic. Your bio sounds very interesting and hardly “privileged”. But I guess certain people get to make that call by the divine providence of their demigod George Soros. 🙂 Looking forward to reading more of your stuff!

  7. Hi

    You write with no guile. It is rare to find a person with nothing to hide online. I am proud of you without even knowing you. The ability to communicate without fear shines through. It is Franklin-esque. Millions sensed that in his work. It is also in yours.

  8. You are an astoundingly bigoted, ill-informed, privileged rich white woman who has no sense of what it’s like to be in the world outside your boat in Sausalito or your cosseted world in Colorado. Imagine what it feels like NOT to be white, blond and rich, why don’t you try? If you are truly an evangelical, perhaps you should consider what it means to have real compassion and kindness towards those who haven’t led your charmed life. Why people like you think you get to support Donald Trump without actually lifting a finger to make this country better is beyond me. Keep making your bronze sculpture. I’m sure it’s lovely. and I’m sure you’re a better artist than political analyst. Which is not to much.

    • Beth Cooper – given your picture is empty, I would gather you are a troll. However, I will respond anyway.

      You are making defamatory statements based on a short fun bio that provides a snapshot into me without having the decency, respect or integrity to actually have a clue who I am or what I do outside of blogging and art. A short-sighted perspective is really no perspective at all and simply ingratiates yourself as a bitter, hate filled racist. I’m sure I have lifted more fingers than you can count… Unfortunately, you are simply revealing the same insanity that plagues the Liberal agenda and exposes a sad,sad hypocrisy. What have you done? Please share.

  9. I found your site simply by google searching a half dozen Hollywood names to see what they had in common and your site was at the top of the search. I read through some of your other posts and enjoyed them very much. I look forward to reading more (old & new). Thanks for sharing. KC

    • That’s interesting! Were they interested in her art or political commentary? If the latter, they’re VERY special denizens of Hollywood.

  10. Nice story Helena. I lived in West Germany when my father served in the Air Force.
    Interesting variety of topics you cover. I’m in an honors marketing program in my college. Perhaps you will find it interesting.

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