tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post6253673239837805304..comments2023-05-12T10:18:14.355+02:00Comments on Mariam Kobras: On The Midnight Train To FrankfurtMariam Kobrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03538911373668958558noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-8138450167643997982011-02-03T18:29:36.000+01:002011-02-03T18:29:36.000+01:00Your mom sounds so sweet! Mine stopped waiting on ...Your mom sounds so sweet! Mine stopped waiting on me long before I left home. :) Great post!Bunnynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-42252579442297980702011-02-03T18:56:25.000+01:002011-02-03T18:56:25.000+01:00Did your Mum really want to give your back a massa...Did your Mum really want to give your back a massage? How wonderful! Your sister's place looks amazing but I can't help feeling sad for the young traveller with her heavy but empty back pack. Hope she's ok.Rosalind Adamhttp://rosalindadam.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-64880326746088441632011-02-03T19:03:23.000+01:002011-02-03T19:03:23.000+01:00Poignant, atmospheric and sensitive Mariam. I feel...Poignant, atmospheric and sensitive Mariam. I feel like a travelled with you and felt your love, hopes and axieties. A master-piece in my eyes. <br>Oh! and well done for finishing it! I've sent off a magazine article today and written my blog in Word - hopefully will get it up some time tonight. xAngela Bartonhttp://ange-aspiringnovelist.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-28685682094486847102011-02-03T19:09:39.000+01:002011-02-03T19:09:39.000+01:00Rosalind, when I was a kid my Mom used to sit with...Rosalind, when I was a kid my Mom used to sit with me for a while when I went to bed and tickle and rub my back. I loved it. But now I feel a bit old for it.<br>Angie, you make me blush. :)Mariam Kobrashttp://mariamkobras.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-15672387575247994872011-02-03T19:47:30.000+01:002011-02-03T19:47:30.000+01:00Story of your Mom brought tears to my eyes, rememb...Story of your Mom brought tears to my eyes, remembering my Mom who passed away over four years ago. I miss her. And how blessed I am to still have Dad, who is a remarkable man and will be visiting me in Hawaii next week. Thanks for sharing.Valerienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-78617048053900748732011-02-03T20:53:54.000+01:002011-02-03T20:53:54.000+01:00What a lovely story. I'm sorry you didn't ...What a lovely story. I'm sorry you didn't have a better visit at home. My Dad and i used to not be able to be in the same room for more than 20 minutes without one of us picking a fight. This acorn didn't fall far from that tree! But now that he forgets everything he's said, I have to be patient with him. Very, very patient. <br><br>At least you had a nice visit with your Mom and sister and her neighbor. I'd like someone to feed me breakfast. :)leslie (crookedstamper)http://thecrookedstamper.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-77875611159798888242011-02-03T22:02:59.000+01:002011-02-03T22:02:59.000+01:00My home is not like a spa. Everything else is true...My home is not like a spa. Everything else is true. The sister.Jamilahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-60022587064882391342011-02-03T22:07:15.000+01:002011-02-03T22:07:15.000+01:00Well, it is as restful as a spa.Well, it is as restful as a spa.Mariam Kobrashttp://mariamkobras.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-5278741581548259312011-02-04T09:45:20.000+01:002011-02-04T09:45:20.000+01:00In our family, it is the other way round. My fathe...In our family, it is the other way round. My father and I are best buddies, besides family members, and we always have a great time together - although I have to remind him from time to time that I am grown-up by now. (When I visited last summer, we got up at 6 A.M. on a Sunday to go for a hike.)<br>With my mother... well. Let's say I constantly have to remind myself that I am a grown-up, and that there is no need for fights for independence anymore. We love each other, but we're pretty different, and she is not always happy with the things I do...<br><br>And yes, it's always good to be home again. ^^Diandrahttp://shortstoriesandmadrants.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-42865702126671939442011-02-04T13:33:16.000+01:002011-02-04T13:33:16.000+01:00Enjoyed very much. I am a big fan of the No Plan ...Enjoyed very much. I am a big fan of the No Plan PlanOldSchoolHaikuhttp://oldschoolhaiku.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056162936481787793.post-75094478143487573752011-02-11T13:57:30.000+01:002011-02-11T13:57:30.000+01:00I used to travel to Hamburg or Frankfurt for busin...I used to travel to Hamburg or Frankfurt for business about 3 to 4 times per year. I never knew about the Ice train. Truthfully, I never did anything in Frankfurt (except sleep after a long flight until it was time for the focus groups), but I did some touring in Hamburg and really enjoyed the city. I used to bring home steins for my son, until one day he finally begged me to stop, because he had no place to put any more of them LOL. <br><br>Relationships with parents can be difficult. Sometimes it can feel as if you've stepped back into your teen years. Your mom sounds wonderful. And I loved the photos.<br><br>I saw on Twitter that you write novels. What do you write? (I published my first historical romance with Hachette/Forever last month.) I enjoyed this interesting blog. Best wishes.Vicky Dreilinghttp://www.vickydreiling.com/index.phpnoreply@blogger.com