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Cake Seasons
As a Swedish mom in the US, I wanted to expose my children to the“old country’’s” customs. One of those is to celebrate your birthday with a special cake. In the kingdom of Sweden we might not all be loyal royalists, but we do love our Princess Cake. It’s a round, layered pound cake withFortsätt läsa “Cake Seasons”
What I want to achieve
This will be a great year! I have short goals. I have long term goals. I have outrageous goals and small, manageable goals that are easy and fun to check off. There’s a Marathon in June keeping me motivated, although it’s not certain I can do it. I’m researching how to find a literary agentFortsätt läsa “What I want to achieve”
How it goes
She worked three jobs and he was a Laz-y-Boy armchair quarterback ready to compete with the world’s cab drivers and barbers in solving local problems as well as international conflicts. “If you weren’t so lazy, we’d be much better off”, he stated angrily. His final spasms were not pleasant to observe.
A Room of loneliness
The chill of loneliness is cold
Poor Teddy
They whiskey was waiting, hidden in the shoe basket in the closet. A new, unopened bottle, waiting, just in case… The bottle of nice perfume from the tax-free shop stood at the very back of the low cabinet next to the bookcase; one had to get down on one’s knees and still reach far toFortsätt läsa “Poor Teddy”
Coffee break, and break, and…
Richard did not believe me, when I described the coffee habits of Swedes. Oh, ye of little faith, always trust the natives! When I was Bureau Chief for a Venture Capital magazine out of Silicon Valley, one of our Board members was headed to Sweden to attend a conference on immaterial patent law. He hadFortsätt läsa “Coffee break, and break, and…”
A beer in Alger
It’s the summer of 1973. After a long, hot day in a black Peugeot 403 from 1957, a cold beer felt earned. The main road from Ceuta to Alger meandered along stretches edging the Sahara, and sometimes disappeared under the wind-drifted sand. The scalding air in the car was not air-conditioned and we had alreadyFortsätt läsa “A beer in Alger”
view on a plane
And those people on the plane! The odd couple next to me. He looked like an ex army fellow, tattooed and with that short haircut, now greying. She, a very young slim figure with shiny, wavy, jet black hair and showing hip skin every time she budged. She wore a tiny single stone on aFortsätt läsa “view on a plane”
