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: man
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A Celebration with Hidden Costs As the world rings in a new year with dazzling skies and loud explosions, an uncomfortable truth lies beneath the spectacle: the human, environmental and animal toll of private fireworks is both significant and avoidable. Across Europe, the consumption of fireworks remains substantial. In 2024, an estimated 134,000 tonnes of fireworks…
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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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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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( Two Paths – Dame Drawer ) “𝓐𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓵’𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓽𝔂 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓼.” – 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓖𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓚𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓴 𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓞̈𝓴𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓮, 𝓚𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝔁 A few months ago, we talked about Monique and Aisha — both my friends, both with a past that could break anyone, yet both…
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I can’t say many positive things about my mother, but I do remember a few. She loved books and was really good at reading—better than I ever will be. When she was relaxed, she was careful with her words. Sometimes, even, she could be loving. But most of the time, she was a monster to…
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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…
