Gimme Flowers

When your child gives you flowers, you get happy about it. You just do. Igge’s given me flowers before – he usually picks the petals off a flower in somebody’s flower bed and gives the cadaver to me. Preferably in this situation, the owner of the flower bed comes out the door, just to catch […]

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Choices

SO many choices during one day. Did I make the right ones, or the wrong ones?

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Swedish Summer – Umeå

City of birches, here we come! Pre-Husband, I moved around a lot. Not like mooooved, I moved over weekends. All to try the weirdest bars, blackest night clubs and most hazy venues I could hear of. Then I met Shaun Vegaun and we rather went abroad together, either to discover (to us), new corners of […]

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