Daniella Theis

Nov 19, 2023 | heraldscotland.com | Daniella Theis

I can already hear some people say it: here she goes again. And yes, this isn’t the first time I will be writing some of the below. Those that maybe read it back when I started writing this column in January 2023, will maybe remember that the very first I wrote was about Andrew Tate who, at the time, had just been detained in Romania.

Nov 12, 2023 | heraldscotland.com | Daniella Theis

When my friends asked what I wanted for my birthday this year, I knew straight away: I wanted their time. Like any friendship group, the older we get and the more wrapped up in our busy lives we are, the harder it is to get everyone together. Meetings, even brief ones, need scheduled weeks – sometimes months – in advance. So, that is why, for my birthday, I wanted us all to go somewhere as a group.

Nov 5, 2023 | heraldscotland.com | Daniella Theis

It’s something I grumble over a lot: for someone whose job it is to think about words every day, I don’t always seem to do as well when it comes to my everyday talking and what words come out of my mouth. More often than I like, I find myself going over what I say with the power of hindsight and wishing I could change things. It’s not always bad per se. While there are situations I wish I could take back what I said, I do think sometimes it is just life and that you have to learn from it.

Oct 29, 2023 | heraldscotland.com | Daniella Theis

Apart from life itself (and the fact she loves me so much still, despite me pushing her buttons for so many of my younger years) it is probably the greatest gift my mum gave me: her language. Those that have read more of what I write will have seen me talk of my roots before. I was born and raised in Germany to a German father and an American mother, and moved to the UK in my late teens. Born into this setup, I was blessed with not learning one, but two languages from day one.

Oct 22, 2023 | heraldscotland.com | Daniella Theis

Every time I talk about my links to a tiny Highland village I found myself in again this weekend for my birthday, it turns into somewhat of a spiel (people never actually ask for it, and I give it every time anyway, but I love a good story and, dear reader, I do think this is a good one). I am here to visit my gran; just that she’s not my gran, not by blood anyway. In fact, we’re not related at all. Probably not even closely, as my dad is German, my mum is American and she is Scottish.