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Day Dreaming

The Importance of Day Dreaming and Purposeful Imagination Here is a little fun fact and the reason why it is so important to dream big. Our dreams show us life’s coming attractions. Daydreaming and imagining where life will take you is a good investment in your future. Girls Don’t Ride Motorbikes is not…(Read More)

Dorit Brauer's Book Party Pittsburgh 2012

2012 Book Launch Party

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May 5. 2012 I had the great pleasure to host the Book Launch Party celebrating the publication of my auto-biography Girls Don’t Ride Motorbikes – A Spiritual Adventure Into Life’s Labyrinth at the Christine Frechard Gallery in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Thank you for everyone who joined the celebration.      Girls Don…(Read More)

Immigrant Entrepreneur Award

Circling into Happiness

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I am very honored and grateful to be the 2016 recipient of the Immigrant Entrepreneur Award from Global Pittsburgh in recognition of my achievements and enriching the Pittsburgh region with my talent and tenacity since my arrival in 1998. Please enjoy this article, which I wrote for an Immigrant Entrepreneurship writing contest in 2014: Circling…(Read More)

Flexible Person

Please enjoy this book excerpt from Chapter 29, as I share my reflections following an encounter with German tourists in Sedona, Arizona. The purpose of Girls Don’t Ride Motorbikes – A Spiritual Adventure Into Life’s Labyrinth is to invite you to embark on your own spiritual adventure. Only when we shine the light into…(Read More)

First Kiss

First Kiss

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Notes from a visit to Germany in 2011: I have loved all my men, the two husbands and the boy-friends in between. This thought spun inside my head, while I strolled along the asphalted service road, surrounded by lavish, green meadows and the rolling elevation of the earth levee, behind our farm. Wind rustled…(Read More)

The Weight of History

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Notes from a visit to Germany: Friday evening, May 20, 2011, I visited my friend Toelli’s art studio, only a few kilometers from our farm. We stood outside in his sculpture garden, wine glasses in our hands, enjoying a calm evening. I admired his newest creations, lanky sculptures with cubistic abstractions, painted with gentle…(Read More)

The Lost Generation

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Notes from a 2010 visit to Germany: My mom sat on a log of driftwood, next to the River Rhine, petting our dog Max, a black and white mutt. We were only a few hundred yards away from our farm. This was the territory of my youth; the lush green landscape, a leisurely flowing Rhine…(Read More)

My Father’s Scar

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In Chapter 28 of Girls Don’t Ride Motorbikes I describe a scene with my dad, in which he shares memories of his youth and the rescue of his older cousin’s Jewish fiancée. The following are notes for a future publication: Only after my dad’s passing, I realized the loss of the…(Read More)

Please enjoy the notes from a conversation with my mom, while on a trip to Zandvoort, Holland, in 2011: “You know, Dorit,” my mom said, “you are just following into the footsteps of your ancestors.” She reached over and her fingers lightly touched my arm. Our heightened perspective from the hotel room’s balcony on…(Read More)

Tel Aviv

A Sunny Day in Tel Aviv

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Today 25 years ago, on January 17. 1991, Desert Storm started and scud missiles attacked Tel Aviv. I describe my experiences in Girls Don’t Ride Motorbikes in chapter 11. As a non-fiction writer I use poetry to tackle emotional or difficult subjects, in search of a way to express what I feel…(Read More)