family
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One hella rollercoaster… Literally.
I always thought I was good with rollercoasters—until I went to an American amusement park. You see, my whole previous experience with rides came from small local fairs. There were usually pirate ships, car racing rings, spinning swings, and other things like that. In later years, small but ridiculously crazy twisters appeared, but that was Continue reading
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Passing the Candle.
The new aupair arrived. He was a young man from Sweden – I think, I might be wrong though, and he was about to be the last aupair the family had. They had hosted them for over two decades, since the birth of their eldest child. I picked him up with the father of the Continue reading
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You’ve Got a Friend in Me.
Continuing the madness of my last few days in America, I have to talk about two important experiences I shared with my best friend, Nordic Beauty. During one of our Saturday trips to Roslyn for YOLO, we chatted and complained about not really seeing all that much—the audacity of that is still staggering to me. Continue reading
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Happy Birthday… You Old Piece of Shit!
Those aren’t my words; that’s the congratulatory message I got from Nordic Beauty. Best friends, am I right? It’s cute how we fear aging when we’re young, terrified of every added candle on the cake. Scared that life will lose its magic. I mean, I’m still young. But it’s sweet to look back and laugh Continue reading
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Dagger in the Back
Not my back—no worries. My back is fine. This is a story about drama in the family, which might surprise you since I don’t talk about family here. There are a few reasons for that, but the most important one is their privacy. I’ve worked with children, and I don’t want to share details about Continue reading
Life in Ink and Footsteps 