On teenagers, who scare me for exactly the same reasons I love them That Scariest Kind of People? After the recent story of my son’s stolen bicycle, I found myself thinking about teenagers again. Of course, I don’t know who exactly stole our bike, but the whole thing has a distinctly teenage signature: unscrew the…

The phrase “that’s what life is” is engraved on my body as a reminder: what matters is not what happens to us, but what we do with it. How we choose to live, how we respond to our environment, what we say, what we do, and who owns the story, who shapes the narrative. Something…

I never understood why anyone would choose to be racist or xenophobic when they could simply hate people instead. After all, most people are idiots who do stupid things. Plenty of them spit under people’s windows, no matter what country you’re in or what nationality they happen to be. Or rather, we do. Because I…

A short story of my journey into making a film about childbirth PryNadiyi Blog In 2017, I became pregnant and started this blog because I couldn’t find the kind of blog I wanted to read myself. Writing it helped me get through a traumatic pregnancy, navigate motherhood I wasn’t prepared for, explore the questions that…

We look at one another with the expectation of being who we are supposed to be, of being better. We are more likely to talk about strength, resilience, success, and self-actualization than about shame, loneliness, exhaustion, confusion, or the need for support. Yet when I revisit my own writing, I see a common thread running…

I once wrote about the illusion of invisibility. This time, I want to write about the illusion of visibility. Look at This With Me A few days ago, I saw a rainbow. A huge, beautiful one. My son and I spent our walk home running around and taking pictures of it. A man was walking…

Despite having extensive experience — including six years of living and working abroad in the UAE — I still haven’t managed to find a job in Sweden after almost three years. I’m never inactive: I study, work remotely for a Ukrainian organization, volunteer, and endlessly refine my CV. But at some point I became curious…

I am African. Everything that might make me look Latina is just a love for potatoes. It so happened that I was born a white Ukrainian woman, and my destiny with Ukraine is intertwined like a braid, but I understand my origin very well. In fact, our origin. Because if you remove labels like “race,”…

I’m often asked how I manage to get everything done. Damn if I actually do — I barely get anything done, but I do so many different things — this is perhaps what creates the illusion. People like me, Barbara Sher called “scanners” — those whose curiosity stretches across many things. The problem for scanners…

The child is 8, and they have started spending time with peers on their own, so for us this is another stage of adjustment, adaptation, and new challenges. It’s sometimes sad, sometimes funny 🙂 Separation is the process of gradual emotional and physical detachment of a child from their parents, natural and necessary for developing…