One of the first things my husband told me drove him crazy about Americans was our fascination with small talk. To him, small talk is fake. And pointless. I disagree. I miss small talk. I miss walking into a store and knowing you could speak to the guy next to you if you wanted to.Continue reading “My First Passive-Aggressive Note”
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Fika for Non-Swedes
Visit Sweden and within a day you’ll hear, or see, the word ‘fika’ (pronounced feeka). You might be tempted to think fika is a food; a sandwich perhaps, advertised as a daily special on chalkboard signs standing guard outside one of the city’s numerous cafes. You’d be wrong. The truth is the word ‘fika’ doesn’tContinue reading “Fika for Non-Swedes”
Resolutions I Didn’t Make
If you had asked me about my New Year’s resolutions ten days before Christmas, I would have talked your ear off. You see, I’m a list person. I LOVE lists. I love plugging things into calendars and marking off dates. I love making notes, any kind of notes, as long as they involve paper andContinue reading “Resolutions I Didn’t Make”
It’s Called Football. Fotboll. Soccer.
Six years ago, I boarded an airplane and embarked on a journey of madness. It all started when I fell in love, got married and had a baby! Yay! Then the reality of life as a parent in a capitalistic society kicked in. Twelve weeks after birth, I was expected to return to the newspaper. My SwedishContinue reading “It’s Called Football. Fotboll. Soccer.”