When I was young, I used writing in place of speaking on many occasions. Writing was the place where I felt safe to express my opinion,...

Virginia Woolf wrote that in order for a woman to write, she needs “a room of one’s own.” I would tell you more on this, but I never made...

Love is hard; not in the someone’s stealing your duvet away from you all night sense, but more like constantly asking yourself, Can I...

After several months of living in a tent, learning how to rock climb, converting my dog into an “off-leash” type, actually pursuing my...

One of the first and perhaps only things I had heard about Wanja—my partner— before I knew him knew him was that he was building a pizza...

Sharing joy. What a concept. Sharing joy is one of those things I’ve discussed with my therapist and then realized I have some stuff...

Things are growing. When we weren’t sure if we’d make it to Hungary in time for planting season, Wanja often reminisced and longed for...

How to tell you about Double Dinner Night or what Wanja has named, “Scandal of the Week” without giving you every necessary detail to...

Meet: Arthur (pronounced Ar-tour). Arthur, the man who howls all day and actually sounds like a grown man weeping. Arthur, who is the...

Oh, Döröske. Döröske inhabits a maximum of 90 people—91 if you include me—and feels more like 30. Döröske has one small market which is...

Where to begin but the beginning? Yes, our names do rhyme. We met at a friend's bar. My dog was wearing a knit sweater and Wanja had a...

Lene, a good friend of mine from Oslo, mentioned a loved professor of hers recently publishing a book that was a compilation of...