In Northern countries
In Northern countries in the dead of winter, by 3.30 p.m. it’s pitch dark. You can’t give and start drinking red wine yet, though. It’s still “day” to the kids. So, we drag on the layers and march them out … Read More
In Northern countries in the dead of winter, by 3.30 p.m. it’s pitch dark. You can’t give and start drinking red wine yet, though. It’s still “day” to the kids. So, we drag on the layers and march them out … Read More
It’s the middle of the night in the forest, and we decide to walk out beyond the electric lamps that light the main trail and into the darkness of the back trails where we hope the moon will light our … Read More
The Swedish wetlands are just a 15 minute walk from my mom-in-law’s place in Örebro. A hundred years ago, they came right up to the center of town and formed a moat around the medieval castle that now serves as … Read More
The next best thing to a dog for a boy is a robotic dinosaur named Rolf. Look how Rolf leans into the crook of the boy’s arm, snuggling almost. It’s just plastic and a sophisticated motherboard, but when Rolf roars, … Read More
This is the sixteenth year we have come to pay tribute to my husband’s ancestors. There are candles to light and prayers to say and gratitude to give for the unimaginable struggle they endured. It is here that the resistance … Read More
Driving in the snow is not an easy task for this girl from the American Deep South. But, here I am, in the Volvo, in the Swedish countryside, responsible for myself and my two passengers. Normally I would tune out … Read More