She is ein Berliner
The Winter Blues of Miss. Anthrope
Let’s hope once the spring makes its long overdue appearance, I will be able to resist the lurking urge to stab customers in the neck with a spoon in my new swanky role as peeved-off waitress, writer and winter whiner.
Good Hair vs Bad Hair – A Decade of Hairstyling
Since childhood, there is nothing I hate more then the moment a new hairdresser realises I have curly-ish hair and tries to convince me to wear my hair natural. My automatic reaction is – bitch you better get that diffuser away from my head or I am gonna cut you!
Die Leiden des jungen Berlinerin (The Sorrows of the Young Berliner)
There’s nothing I like more than eating myself into a diabetic coma, only to wake up the next morning in a sea of candy bar wrappers and a chocolate covered pillow, feeling as chipper as when you wake up next to some random guy the morning after a drunken one night stand.
To Baby or Not to Baby? That is the Question
The single childless woman in her 30’s is a rare breed around these parts and is actually a discriminated minority group in good ole P’berg, but we do exist and we have rights too.
Bassma Does Berlin
‘So you watch porn huh?’ his eyes starting to glaze over. ‘What? I mean it’s not like I light some candles, crack open a bottle of Chardonnay and pop ‘Debbie Does Dallas’ into the DVD player on a Sunday evening or something, but yeah sometimes.’
Berlin Mon Amour
“I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than the man himself and then I have hung on to the relationship for a long time waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim to my own optimism.”
The Fine Art of Entertaining
Right now all I can think about is food, food glorious food, as I have been subjecting myself to a tormenting semi-fast for the last ten days, nourishing myself on nothing more than weak herbal teas and rice, and dreaming of flying cheeseburgers at night.
Baby Love
When I first moved to Prenzlauerberg I did not heed my friends warnings, telling me that the coffee’s great there but do you really want to run the baby stroller hurdles everyday?
Turning 30 – Walking The Plank Of Adult Expectations
You’ve heard it before – age is just a number, you’re as old as you feel blah blah blah!
