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Cold and resentment

March 11, 2010

It’s snowing. AGAIN. And everything is so quiet, like time is frozen, much like anything standing ouside in what has undoubtedly been inclement weather. Just the train interrupts the silence, reminds me that time isn’t frozen, that it’s still passing.
Sometimes I wonder if snow is Nature’s way to remind us to slow down. Stay home, [...]

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One half of The Twisted Sisters

January 31, 2010

Do you watch Grey’s Anatomy? If you do, you’ll know exactly what I’m referring to. If not, please bear with me, I’ll make my point in a second.
I haven’t been watching much TV lately. When I’m feeling lonely or sorry for myself, I tend to avoid real people and instead spend some time as a [...]

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Friends in all the far places.

January 22, 2010

When you are an expat, friendship is tricky. When you move around a lot, local friends are a rare commodity.
Currently, my closest friends live in New York, Oslo and Bern (soon to move back to Florida).
I’m a firm believer in the fact that it’s better to have a few very good friends than a whole [...]

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Better life half gone than half lived. Or something less preachy and more inspiring.

January 16, 2010

I think I’m having a mid-life crisis a few years ahead of time.
Not the kind where I’d die my hair platinum blond, get a tramp stamp and start wearing too-short skirts and too-revealing tops, and flirting with younger men. Though if I ever was going to get a tramp stamp, I have to say, it [...]

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The return of the warrior – ehm… queen

January 5, 2010

That’d be me. Tomorrow is Three King’s Day, and here in Switzerland that means… another special bakery item. This bread is baked in the shape of a daisy and a little “king” is hidden inside, and whoever find it is King for a day. Of course, because I am nothing if not prompt (or maybe [...]

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Kicking my own butt into gear

December 30, 2009

Dear me,
The time has come, sweet cheeks. Seriously, the time is really really overripe. It’s time to start tightening the belt without suffocating, time to stop looking like a more fashionable version of Jabba The Hut. Time to stop giving the Michelin man a run for his money, time to stop scaring yourself every time [...]

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