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The reason, of course, is my wonderful large poodle 8 årsdag! It should be celebrated! You are welcome to contribute gifts of all kinds except liver slices because he rates them, as well as toothpicks. What would I be without Rufus! So much he has given … Continue reading →

Camilla Hanve photographs women for her project on the theme ”SCARS and HEALING” which will be exhibited this spring. I was asked to join. Because I have written some blog before about having breast cancer and that … Continue reading →

It is perhaps a blind spot in school teaching, but amazingly, the children still get to make butter knives in the wooden shed. Shouldn't school prepare for adult life?? Shouldn't the school protect creativity?? How many have suddenly faced it in adulthood … Continue reading →

One morning before Christmas on the way to Stockholm Central, with my dogs and my luggage, sweaty, pushed and stressed, I stepped out of the subway onto the T together with hundreds of others- The central's overcrowded platform and gave a hasty, and friendly … Continue reading →

This is how it is, Over the years, I have become almost allergic to most Swedish TV- dramatic, because it very rarely feels like it's really done for live viewers. The dialogues are mostly so boring that … Continue reading →

The other day I was at Halmstad's fantastic City Library, invited to speak about the Destroyer. It's strangely the first time I've been out talking about my latest book, maybe because it came during the pandemic and then dropped out … Continue reading →

Unbelievable what life has become around the reporter who happened to forget a notepad in the Riksdag's dining room where she wrote ” Ebbaslebba”. She said it was not a negative comment about Busch, without her simply thinking about TV … Continue reading →

One day this summer, I spotted a cluster of glistening currants in one of the currant bushes I planted about ten years ago, to my mother. They have not produced any berries before and therefore have, so to speak … Continue reading →

It's getting close to midnight. The candles are lit on the table. The teapot is almost empty, and the red currant pie with melted marshmallows, som liknar mördarsniglar, is eaten. Som tur är var det inte mördarsniglar och det gick inte heller att lura någon. … Continue reading →