Some years ago, a friend gave me a pair of Toms shoes because they didn't fit her right. And I've been wearing them all the time since. Last summer, I barely wore any other shoes. So by the end of last summer you could tell that I did and I got myself a new pair this...
It's quite funny to think that it's only been a year since I moved to my current home. It's 8:30 in the morning, I have been outside with the dogs and fed them, and as I write this all three of us are on the couch in the living room. I wake up happy, I go to bed...
Friendship 🧚♀️ Friendships can mean the world. They can save our lives. They can change our perspectives, and enrich our days. Some start when we’re toddlers, others when we are seniors. Some friendships seem unlikely yet they work. We may have that one special...
Why be a force for good? – As women, we have always had to use all our strength to be recognized for what is inside of us. Just by being ourselves, we have developed many superpowers that can benefit us in the current challenges.
At this point, we all have to rethink our world if we want to preserve it. And for that, we need you more than ever – as a force for good.
It is, and always has been, my dream to find ways to live together, that respect our resources and are supportive, including finding beauty and richness in our differences, valuing and protecting vulnerability and thereby allowing each other to live freely.
In the last two years of the pandemic, we learned to live with so much less. Fewer activities, fewer opportunities, viewer distractions. Which is why it is …
It’s a scary feeling to have a war so close to home, something that I never hoped to experience. As a sensitive child who has heard many horrible stories about the first two world wars from my great-grandma and my grandparents, it was always my biggest fear.
I still remember the panic I had when I saw submarines practising in the Baltic Sea in the nineties when the war was going on in Yugoslavia and how I couldn’t stop crying. And how my Mum kept saying that it wasn’t here, that they’re not fighting here, but how I was unable to feel that separation.
Yesterday, I listened to an interview with Asha Frost, who reminded me of the importance to stand up strong for what’s right. In her case that means that non-indigenous people who want to work with her, have to make a conscious effort to learn about the history of the...
In 2006 a friend and I travelled around Ukraine for a month. We started and ended our trip in Szernye, a village close to the Hungarian border where I lived for a year 2000/2001. In 2005 I had participated in a DAAD summer school in Lviv, together with a few people...
In 2006 a friend and I travelled around Ukraine for a month. We started and ended our trip in Szernye, a village close to the Hungarian border where I lived for a year 2000/2001. In 2005 I had participated in a DAAD summer school in Lviv, together with a few people...
In 2006 a friend and I travelled around Ukraine for a month. We started and ended our trip in Szernye, a village close to the Hungarian border where I lived for a year 2000/2001. In 2005 I had participated in a DAAD summer school in Lviv, together with a few people...
Why be a force for good? – As women, we have always had to use all our strength to be recognized for what is inside of us. Just by being ourselves, we have developed many superpowers that can benefit us in the current challenges.
At this point, we all have to rethink our world if we want to preserve it. And for that, we need you more than ever – as a force for good.
It is, and always has been, my dream to find ways to live together, that respect our resources and are supportive, including finding beauty and richness in our differences, valuing and protecting vulnerability and thereby allowing each other to live freely.
In the last two years of the pandemic, we learned to live with so much less. Fewer activities, fewer opportunities, viewer distractions. Which is why it is …
It’s a scary feeling to have a war so close to home, something that I never hoped to experience. As a sensitive child who has heard many horrible stories about the first two world wars from my great-grandma and my grandparents, it was always my biggest fear.
I still remember the panic I had when I saw submarines practising in the Baltic Sea in the nineties when the war was going on in Yugoslavia and how I couldn’t stop crying. And how my Mum kept saying that it wasn’t here, that they’re not fighting here, but how I was unable to feel that separation.