Tag: Norway

silent storytellers

I have no idea what 33 is supposed to look like, but people often seem surprised when they learn that’s my age. I keep expecting to wake up one day, shuffle to the bathroom, and hear the mirror announce I visually just skipped my 30s and…

the curly snafu

I used to think I had an extensive vocabulary from reading a million books beginning at a very young age. Now I realize while I technically know of a lot of words and maybe how to use them correctly in a sentence because I get…

the (ex) farmer’s daughter

I stopped waiting for instructions after the third day when I realized I wasn’t going to get any. I didn’t know it then, but that first morning as I casually followed Tina, Kai and Lill’s daughter, around the farm, was the only tutorial I would…

musings of a meanderer

I spent a few childhood summers roaming the pastures of my grandparents farm with my brother and sister. We used to entertain ourselves by flinging manure from the freshest cow pies at each other, daring one another to touch the fence, just to see…

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