Incredible Things That Happen Once You Learn To Enjoy Being Alone

I am home alone this weekend. Although I spent many years hoping I could be Kelvin for just one day, or an hour, my childhood never produced such a day. The most excitement came from battles to stop father drinking himself to death. He eventually succeeded. There was some fun in the antics to ensure … More Incredible Things That Happen Once You Learn To Enjoy Being Alone

Seasonal Happiness?

In the Swedish spring, nights are cold as a witch’s tit. Maybe that is the same in other countries in Europe? Explaining why people get so depressed? Why do we say that? Who ever touched a witch’s tit? Why touch a witches tit? Did the witch just stand there, say, “wait a minute. Before I … More Seasonal Happiness?

There is no racism in Sweden, only consencus and feminism. Yet…

 I am very thankful for a fulfilling life, love and good friends in Sweden. Still, we need to remind each other: The wake up call could be me, in Sweden. People say: “you speak so good English.You speak so good Swedish. You are educated. You live with a Swede. It doesn’t feel like you are … More There is no racism in Sweden, only consencus and feminism. Yet…

Borrowed: Equal pay for women isn’t just fair—it’s a game changer for the economy

Here’s why. Tales of passion by @Isabel Allende is worth listening to @Tedtalks just to understand that standing up for >50% of the world population is the right thing to do. Now & going forward. And while on careers and pay, does anyone really do this?? Or is it a joke to keep us on … More Borrowed: Equal pay for women isn’t just fair—it’s a game changer for the economy

When facing a difficult week, here’s a poem for the soul: If, by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you     Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,     But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,     Or being lied about, don’t deal in … More When facing a difficult week, here’s a poem for the soul: If, by Rudyard Kipling