Run, Yulia, run!
Sometimes I imagine how I wake up before dawn, wash my face, and tie my hair in a bun. I don’t eat, I don’t check my phone, I don’t wake anyone up. I put sports shoes on, go out of…
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Sometimes I imagine how I wake up before dawn, wash my face, and tie my hair in a bun. I don’t eat, I don’t check my phone, I don’t wake anyone up. I put sports shoes on, go out of…
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I may be late to the game, but I think I am in love with Harry Styles. I can even pinpoint the moment this obsession started. I was scrolling through reels on Instagram, when I came across a 15-second video…
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When you are a kid all you want for your birthday is a mountain of ice cream, a couple kilos of chocolate and the coolest toy all your friends have at the time. Instead, your grannies present you with underwear…
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The last time I got to stroll around Hamburg all on my own felt like a gift from above. Any mom of a toddler who’s not yet in kindergarten would understand. I was in Schanze, where the cool kids hang…
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I am doing the most important job in the world — raising a child that is — or so I am told. It is up to me to shape a kind, loving, honest, all in all decent human being. The…
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A hearty warming parsnip and lentil soup with mushrooms inspired by Sri Lankan dhal curry. I almost didn’t post this recipe. You might think of a dozen legitimate reasons why: a lack of time, the soup didn’t taste great, or…
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This recipe for buckwheat pumpkin pancakes is not the first gluten-free recipe on my blog. It is, however, the first gluten-free recipe in which I openly admit that it is gluten-free on purpose, because I am gluten-free. I hope that’s…
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It’s been eight months since I’ve had a slice of bread, a piece of cake, or pancakes. Wait, that’s not quite right. I did eat bread made with almond flour, the cheese part of a cheesecake and buckwheat crepes. What…
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It dawned on me only last year that I am an adult who has to deal with adult problems — I am thirty three. I am lucky, aren’t I? To have had thirty two years of, well, not absolute unperturbed…
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In the past two months I’ve come to realize that the speed of my writing on the topic of motherhood is directly proportional to my level of exhaustion. A ton of work, sleepless nights, cranky toddler? I type away into…
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