
Fragments of a Story
On New Year’s Day, I left Sweden with a one-way ticket to Edinburgh and a promise to slow down.…
16 June 2017On New Year’s Day, I left Sweden with a one-way ticket to Edinburgh and a promise to slow down.…
16 June 2017I can’t remember the weeks before Asia. Just a silent, frozen Gothenburg at 3 am, an airstrip sunrise and a…
20 January 2017For the fourth time, I have ended my year with Susannah Conway’s Unravel the Year Ahead, a little workbook…
31 December 2016These are the parts of summer I want to remember. The mornings, the forest, the quiet moments in-between.
10 December 2016Three weeks ago, I went for a morning walk through brittle fields and forests to say goodbye to my new surroundings.…
30 November 2016As the air grew crisper, the leaves and I let go. Falling softly. In a way, still falling. Not…
7 November 2016Going through a bag of old notebooks in search for spare sheets of paper for a journal that I will bind,…
10 October 2016Today I hosted a tiny release party for my translation of The Gift of Looking Closely by Al Brookes in my new home, my grandmother’s…
1 October 2016At seven this morning, I grabbed my boots before my brain had a chance to protest and reached the…
18 September 2016On this day in 2012, I was riding home from the introductory meeting of my master’s course in translation,…
6 September 2016I was on the verge of leaving early. It felt like a curse; every ‘normal’ job I ever had…
13 August 2016A few days ago, I bound a new copy of my poetry novel for a work sample, trying out…
27 July 2016Some mornings, I stumble out of bed before four. Tracing a fading dream where I tried to capture something. A…
4 July 2016A week after returning to Sweden, I travelled north for a creative retreat with a small group of women…
15 June 2016I’m standing in the back of a truck, bumping along the dusty dirt road, when a huge drop of…
2 June 2016In 2013, when my mother and I wrote a children’s book for a contest, I stayed up drawing non-stop for…
17 April 2016During my last evening in the freezing house, I meet Ingrid and Önder, who have volunteered all over Europe…
11 April 2016I have always been strangely drawn to old places. The overgrown remains of a house in the forest close…
4 April 2016A few days before I left Thailand for two weeks in Japan, I read a passage from Big Magic, Elizabeth…
23 March 2016I’m on an airplane. I don’t know where I’m going. I don’t know more than half a sentence about…
5 March 2016