On Saturday we venture to Geilo. It is a city I know little of, save that it is one stop along a famed railway line between Oslo and Bergen, and that it holds an annual Ice Music Festival each February. Our trip will coincide with this festival, a happy coincidence.…
121 Posts
All posts tagged Writing
Taking The Pomegranate
Poetry is an important art form, and part of that import is in the inherent subjectivity of the genre. What you take away from a given poem will absolutely be different than what I take away from it. And isn't that marvelous? A single stream of thought on the page,…
Resolute
As of midnight on New Year's Eve, I only had one spoken-aloud resolution. "I want to take the time to sit and eat breakfast each morning before checking my email." It was a noble, if somewhat unambitious, goal. I've noticed that my heart races and I can't calm my mind…
The Giraffe: An Exercise
A few months ago, I co-launched an expat women's writing group here in Oslo. We have eight talented, enthusiastic members, hailing originally from countries all over the globe. I love my group. Seeing them every other week lifts my spirits and inspires me to write often and better. (Note: We…
Our Christmas Card
Christmas cards and Christmas letters, chronicles of our year at a time of supreme reflection, appear to be a very American phenomenon. It's one I like. I have a box of cards collected over the years from my friends, and in the pictures I can see them fall in love.…
What I've been writing...
My mind might be breaking. I'm pretty sure I heard it crack yesterday. The office was silent except for the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. I paused. I considered all the writing I'd done the days before and all the writing I had yet to do. And my…
A Wedding Ceremony Reading: Love is all in the look.
My best friend recently got married. I was Matron of Honor (or Best Woman, as the bride and I both prefer). Cindy and I have been friends for thirteen years, almost half our lifetime, and I know her better than many. Helping her plan things from half a world away…
The Stuff of my Life
Our last perfect weather day was last Thursday. I took the bus to Lysaker to drop something at Jonathan's office and afterward I took a walk. The water gulped against the wood and stone side of the pier below me. I was thirty feet up on a flat, grassy space…