Soothing Saturday

Most people probably think I spend all my time with the dead. And to be fair, there is some truth

Big snowfall overnight, and the neighborhood is out in full force. Snowblowers roar, shovels clash, and snowbanks rise like fortresses.

If you live in Norway, winter teaches you a very specific kind of patience. Not the heroic, mountain-trek patience. More

Soothing Saturday is usually where I slow things down a bit—coffee in hand, shoulders unclenched, and a gentle reminder that

⁴Every time I think about lutefisk, I don’t picture a cosy Christmas table with candlelight and rosy cheeks. I’m right

It’s that time of year again — when the festive spirit meets parking rage, and the Christmas shopping centre turns

You know that feeling when the rain is hammering the windows, the wind’s howling like a pack of wolves that

Tomorrow is the early Christmas concert for our little community band, and already the house carries that familiar hum —

Ah, Saturday — that glorious day when my alarm clock gets ignored, my coffee tastes like peace, and I can

This summer, Inger Lise and I took our “new” old campervan from Molde to Mandal. There were mountains, cows, laughter,