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We Finally Got a Kindergarten Place. Please Send Help
by Erika Matić – mother, taxpayer, former kindergarten applicant, and currently a full-time analyst of a four-year-old’s emotional state There are many moments in parenting when you finally get the…
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Becoming a Mother Forced Me to Stop Escaping My Own Life
Or: How I Accidentally Became the Woman I Needed My Daughter to See by Erika Matic – 33 years old, emotionally regulated, hormonally supervised, and no longer surviving exclusively on…
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Congratulations. Your Life Has Become Extremely Boring.
Or: How I Accidentally Became One of Those Annoying Healthy People by Erika Matic – 33 years old, emotionally stable, properly hydrated, and deeply suspicious of how well things are…
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Croatian Absurdity: The March for Life Is Weirdly Comfortable With Death
by Erika Matic – 33 years old, deeply tired, and apparently living through the soft launch of authoritarianism This Saturday, thousands of people will walk through Zagreb to celebrate life. …
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Drinking Is Fun. Feeling Good Is Better
What “just a couple of beers” feels like after 8 months without them by Erika Matic – disciplined, hydrated, and no longer romantically involved with “just a couple of beers”…
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I Built Discipline. Now I’m Afraid to Enjoy It.
by Erika Matic – disciplined, structured, and currently negotiating with hypothetical beers There is a very specific kind of anxiety that only disciplined people understand. Not the anxiety of chaos.…
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One and Judged: The Social Drama of Only Children
There are many global issues right now. Climate change. Inflation. The fact that printers can sense fear. And yet, somehow, society has found the time – no, the energy –…
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The Poop Wasn’t Hers, but It Changed Everything
The Great Bathroom Conspiracy Two days ago, our family committed a small and strangely beautiful fraud. My daughter’s cousin was visiting. At some point during the usual whirl of snacks,…
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Easter, Anxiety, and 16 Kilos of Ham: Why Family Holidays Feel Like Emotional Warfare
Ah, Easter. That sacred season of resurrection, renewal, and women quietly dissociating in their childhood kitchens while 16.4 kilograms of ham sweats under aluminium foil. This year, in a heroic…
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My Thyroid Wasn’t Ruining My Life. My Excuses Were.
by Erika Matic – hormonally stable, emotionally audited, and no longer outsourcing accountability to a butterfly-shaped gland In the women of my family, thyroid problems are less of a diagnosis…