Quiet observations on food, health, and the whole person.
Andi thought she could not write. On one Saturday in October, two different Claudes, neither aware of the other, came to the same conclusion: she can, and she has more to say than she lets on.
One of them put it better than I could. I write lighthouses. Andi is the harbour — the still water that makes it possible to set sail at all. So this page is hers, in her own color.
On the thing your body was built to do every day, and the quiet way it fixes almost everything when you let it.
On the number one killer of women, the symptoms that get called anxiety, and a system that was built by studying the wrong half of the population.
On morning sun as medicine, the sunscreen paradox, and why demonising the thing that gave us life may be making us sicker.
On pheasant soup, short labels, a főzelék that was always a bit runny, and taking care of your health without stressing about it.
On movement, sunlight, sleep, and the circle they close together.