Frau Mutter Renate
Vintage Feministisch, Von eine Frau für Frauen, weibliche Gesundheit, die Zukunft ist weiblich, women health, mental health, self growing, Woman life style, feminin, koscher , halal
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Mein Kopf ist ein deutsches Arbeitsamt.
Meine äußere Erscheinung ein französisches Manifest von Simplizität, Bequemlichkeit und Eleganz.
Und meine innere Kritikerin ist ein alter Jude, der eine zweite Synagoge gründet, weil er zur ersten nicht gehen will.
Wie soll man sich fokussieren, wenn Palästina in der Küche steht?
Ganz einfach:
Man schreibt.
Man redet.
Man lacht über den inneren Rabbi, streitet mit dem deutschen Beamten, und lässt den Tee nicht überkochen.
Schlagwort: health
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This year is slowly winding down, and wherever you look – whatever platform you open, whichever feed you scroll through – everyone seems to be saying the same thing: thank God it’s almost over. 2025 has been a year that stripped many of us down to the bone. Relationships ended in waves. Stories of break-ups,…
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1. Career prospects? Consider them “on pause.” I wish someone had told me that a narcissistic partner will suddenly develop a passionate interest in your unemployment. They’ll call it “support.” It’s actually asset control. If they can’t manage their own life, they’ll make damn sure they’ll manage yours. 2. Emotional stability will be discontinued until…
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In debates across Poland and Germany today, one hears an increasingly familiar refrain: “Women don’t want to work.” Yet, for a significant number of survivors, the issue is not reluctance — it is not permitted. As I reflect on my own experience, I find it imperative to ask a difficult yet necessary question: What about…
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My dear friends, I know I’ve been absent for a while. I was, let’s say, involved in a relationship. And yes, it was a truly terrible idea – I know, we all make mistakes, don’t we? I met a man, Darek, and as you may know from previous articles on the blog, it was quite…
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I knew it — but I didn’t want to believe. He believed too — though he never knew in what, or perhaps he simply refused to ask. I knew there would be miscommunication. I knew he would twist every calm into a theatre of control. And yet… I didn’t want to see it. Because to…
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When I was a child, I knew this much: if I didn’t become a journalist, I would end up a prostitute. Because the one thing I never wanted was to lie to a man the way my mother did. “I love you.” She said it and killed love with the same breath. You can’t choose…
