Motherhood

Playing in the sand

I am watch­ing my daugh­ter play­ing in the sand. She sings some unknown or imag­i­nary song. She is alone. No oth­er kids are at the play­ground near our house. I won­der if she notices, at such a young age, that she might miss the com­pa­ny of oth­er peo­ple. Most of the time, she is alone with me. […]

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Bitten at Home: The Tropical Viruses Now Living in Europe

In the sum­mer of 2007, a man returned home to the qui­et Ital­ian vil­lage of Cas­tiglione di Cervia after a trip to India. With­in days, he devel­oped high fever, a rash, and such severe joint pain that he could bare­ly walk. The doc­tors who worked on this case were sur­prised, because no one sus­pect­ed chikun­gun­ya. This was a trop­i­cal

Motherhood, Strange & Unresolved

Shared Life, Unequal Law

“I won’t mar­ry because I invest too much, and I don’t want to share. But I want my child to car­ry my name.” These are the words of a mod­ern ger­man man. Should we just accept this? Women have always been treat­ed unequal­ly. Even though many mod­ern coun­tries claim to stand for gen­der equal­i­ty, in prac­tice, this is far

Motherhood

A day like this

When noth­ing real­ly hap­pens I feel warmth — I haven’t felt the sun’s rays in a long time. Since Novem­ber, the sky has been cloudy, a heavy grey mass that doesn’t let you think clear­ly. You feel like your thoughts are trapped in a sin­gle cycle — work, sleep. Imag­ine a black-and-white movie. That’s what it looked like. I look

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Febrile Seizures in Children: Causes, Prevention, and What to Do

When my daugh­ter first got a febrile seizure, it hap­pened fast, and with­out warn­ing, dur­ing the first win­ter, after COVID restric­tions were lift­ed. Those restric­tions had a sig­nif­i­cant impact — not just on our expo­sure to viral and bac­te­r­i­al pathogens but also on their cir­cu­la­tion in the envi­ron­ment [source]. They large­ly sup­pressed com­mon res­pi­ra­to­ry virus­es like flu and

Motherhood

Comfort of doing nothing

Do we real­ly want to break the cycle? “I sit here at the counter of my bor­ing job. Doing noth­ing. Two boys enter the shop. Oh, one has tru­ly bad skin, filled with pim­ples. Prob­a­bly a teenag­er, or in their ear­ly twen­ties. Is it already so warm out­side? I chat with myself, they’re only wear­ing sweat­shirts. I mean,

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