Reflections

Onwards – a reflection on passing on

The other day, I received a message telling me a former colleague of mine had died. It was not an entire surprise: my colleague had been struggling with a degenerative condition for quite some time. Still: knowing someone is seriously ill and may die is not the same as them dying. My former colleague was

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A month of showers and snow – my April newsletter

In Sweden, we have a saying: “April snow is like sheep’s dung” – i.e. a valuable fertilizer. Me, I’m more of the “damn it, no snow NOW!!!” approach, but these last few days have been so cold there is a faint possibility we will see snow, when what I want for Easter is sun, budding

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I’m the writer. You’re invented – a post about the characters that take over

“Stupid idiot,” I mutter. “You’re killing her!” “Who?” asks hubby, raising his gaze from his chess app. “Rodrigo!” I sigh. “Silly young man. Seriously, he needs to communicate with her.” “He’s what? Nineteen?” hubby asks (see? He pays attention) “What young man at that age knows how to communicate with a woman he’s in love

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A horse, a horse – my first 2026 newsletter

As I write this, 2025 is history, and 2026 lies before us. In Chinese astrology, we will soon be entering the Year of the Horse. According to Chinese tradition, the Horse symbolises energy, moving forward, independence and freedom.   The start, however, has not been all that auspicious. No, 2026 kicks off as a year where

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My November newsletter – a reflection on the passing of time

October was quite a busy month for me. First, I had the pleasure of visiting Dresden with dear friend and fellow writer Alison Morton. Among other things, we undertook a seventeen kilometre trek through the beautiful Saxon Switzerland National park (yes, I know, very confusing: Switzerland in a German park?) to see the famous Bastei

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Don’t mess with my baby! My October newsletter about Mama Bears and motherhood

Today was supposed to be a writing day. I have two chapters left in my WIP, and one of them is going to be very, very hard to write—gruesome, is probably the right word—so I’ve been procrastinating. Until today. I had cleared my calendar, done some pep-talking along the lines of “Enough, already! Get it

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Exploring a European cradle – say hello to ancient Cádiz

Some weeks ago, I finally—FINALLY!—made it to Cádiz. This is considered to be one of the oldest city in Europe, and for those who know their history, it is probably best known for being  the port Christopher Columbus set off from for his second and fourth journey. And it is as a port that Cádiz

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September – a post about to-do’s, vacation and Hannibal

I am betting I am not the only one who writes to-do lists. But there are to-do lists and to-do lists: there’s the simple little notation “buy wine, throw out garbage, DO NOT FORGET GARAGE KEY” and then there’s the far more detailed version that started out as one long neat list but which has

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My August Newsletter – of changing light and darker nights

In Sweden, July is the traditional summer holiday month. We used to have something called the “Industrial Holiday period” which began around the 6th of July and ended about four weeks later. Not so any longer, although most heavy industries tend to close down for 2 weeks or so in July for maintenance and the

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There came a letter – a reflection on home, memories and golden moments

My mother was a big fan of poetry, and she would often read poetry out loud to us, in Swedish or English or Spanish. (A galopar, she would read, a galopar hasta enterrarlos en el mar, and all those rolling Spanish r’s would send shivers down my back. She was rather fond of Rafael Alberti’s

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