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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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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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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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