Years ago while watching Patsy and Edina escape to Morocco for a little vacay, a spark ignited in me. I’d never given the country much thought before then, but seeing them walk through the souk in Marrakesh was enough for me add the city to my Lust List. However, given that the probability of my visiting it someday was about as likely as … well, … Continue reading Morocco
I hadn’t planned to write again so soon after my last post, at least not until after Morocco to share that trip, but life doesn’t always go as planned. I received some news yesterday about a family friend — really, a family member — and I’d like to say a few words about this man who was my “other dad.” When I was not quite … Continue reading My ‘Other’ Dad
Wow, did 2019 suck. It kicked off with the death of my friend Renata. On the heels of that, a friend nearly committed suicide. Mere days later, my father-in-law died, and then in May, my mother lost her battle with cancer. (It wasn’t much of a battle. She never stood a chance against that monster in her lung.) I’ve written about this before. No need to … Continue reading Mind the Gap
It is now four, nearly five, months since my last post … a post that was not only the first part of two regarding our July 2018 vacation, but that was even then already several months late for various reasons I won’t bother repeating here. I finally got the Spain post done and was working on editing photos from our eight days in jolly ol’ … Continue reading Detours Ahead
For someone who wanted to start a blog so I could share our travels with friends and family, I well and truly suck at updating this thing about said travels. I had every intention of writing about our road trip through Spain and England when we returned, but, well, life happened. For one, you know that saying “I need a vacation from my vacation”? There’s … Continue reading 8 Days in Spain
I had this big plan to post something on July 16 to celebrate my first anniversary as a Norwegian resident. Espen, however, had a bigger and better plan: Travel! His plan wins, of course, and in just a few days we head to — Never mind. That’s a post for another day, when I can tell you all about where we’ve gone. Suffice it to … Continue reading Little Victories
Five years ago today, March 9, I met a tall, handsome Norwegian man for a movie. We sat on that bench up there and talked for a bit while we waited to go into the theater. Long story short, I now live in Norway. It’s no small move, emigrating from your home country, especially considering I lived in my hometown for 24 years before moving … Continue reading Of Anniversaries … and Anniversaries
One of the first concerts Espen took me to was Mary Chapin Carpenter and Shawn Colvin at the Wolf Trap. This date is memorable for two reasons. The first reason is that it was hot as Hades that day, and the gentle musical stylings of Mary and Shawn coupled with the heat lulled me into a state of suspended animation. The second is because it … Continue reading Barcelona
Truly, if someone had told me 20 years ago — heck, even 10 years ago — that I would move abroad, I would’ve thought them insane. And Scandinavia?! Nope. Boy was I wrong. You really never can tell where the road will take you. When you start dating a guy who’s only on temporary assignment to the states, you have to start wrapping your head … Continue reading This Is 50: I Moved to Norway!
It’s been nearly five months since I moved to Norway from the states. One would think I’d be well situated in either The Honeymoon Phase, in which everything about my new home seems exotic and charming, or the Homesick Like a Mofo Phase, in which I long for my homeland, what with its large grocery stores, hair products for women of color, and a language … Continue reading Home.