Tag: Column
COLUMN. Alexander De Croo may be considered a toothless prime minister, but he impresses time and time again on the international stage Opinion
Alexander De Croo (Open Vld) may be considered a toothless prime minister and a disruptive party leader, but he impresses time and time again on the international stage. During his…
Column | To be seen, without a syrup brush
Bianca is really quite a teenager, even though she is 18. She often looks dissatisfied and says boredly, “Is that all?” When an adult calls her on something, she doesn’t…
Column | Lost voice – NRC
Last Wednesday I played in Wageningen. Play is too strong a word. In the afternoon I was overcome by a creeping flu, so I squeezed my words into the audience,…
If it all turns out not to be too bad (except for that one thing) I column Maaike Borst
My child had called four times. On my phone his name turned red from the missed calls. I hadn’t heard anything because I was standing at the bar at a…
Column | Lost voice – NRC
Last Wednesday I played in Wageningen. Play is too strong a word. In the afternoon I was overcome by a creeping flu, so I squeezed my words into the audience,…
Reason is sidelined | column Irma van Steijn
It was Christmas holidays 2022. Suus went to the cinema with friends and after a drink in the pub she walked home because of a flat bicycle tire. And certainly,…
COLUMN. Karen Damen 2.0 is ready for (a lot of) action. Just so you know
It is almost a Biblical story: the miraculous transformation of Karen Damen from a lazy and spoiled brat, as she used to describe herself, to an extremely diligent TV and…
Column | Napoleon’s propaganda
A film about Napoleon, what should we do with that? And how is it possible that in these times of political correctness, #metoo and horror of transgressive behavior, we are…
COLUMN. If mothers have to put out fires everywhere, we don’t have the barracks in good order
How long should mothers mother? Until what age should they save the furniture? The question arises after Christel Geerts’ passage in ‘The Seventh Day’. “It seemed like a parent contact,…
About the gray mist of drizzle and that one beautiful day | column Maaike Borst
On that one day when the sun was shining we walked around the lake. “Blubsie!”, the youngest shouted every time the path became deep black and impassable. Sand, water and…