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Every year on March 9th, I experience something similar to a hangover. Although it's not from drinking alcohol and it does not involve partying. Quite the opposite, actually. I liken it with the days and weeks after Me Too; the feeling of complete hopelessness and despair. The rude awakening of how bad it really is. While International Women's Day is acknowledged lately in especially social media, with millions of posts of 'you can do it'-chants, positive facts of progressive and successful stats, it is also full of ads with special offers on lip fillers and lash extensions, all in the name of the empowered...

                    Jo men det var ju det där med att bygga hus. Som vi sade att det ska vi ABSOLUT inte göra.  Nej, nej. Verkligen inte. Det är kanske till och med DET SISTA vi ska göra. Jag och Ross. Världens kanske mest impulsiva och icke-konsekventa par. Det är inte ens ett år sedan vi bestämde oss att flytta till Sverige. Vi bodde i Chicago, dit vi hade flyttat 18 månader tidigare från San Diego, och barnens förskola hade just stängt pga pandemin. Ett par veckor pratade de om. 2-3 veckor och sedan har viruset...

This might seem ludicrous on a dark December afternoon, but I honestly think the human body can get tired of sunshine. What? Am I crazy? Yeah, maybe. But after spending 20 years the US, and where 18 of those years were in the sun, I am definitely cherishing these polar opposites. Ten years after I moved to Los Angeles, I had a big life changing moment but instead of moving home to Stockholm, I decided to move as far away from home as I could  -  to Hawaii!  I have always been a believer in following your dreams and listening to your...

If you know me and my story, you probably know that I have just moved home to Sweden after a loooong time in the US. You probably also know that I have been homesick almost the entire two decades I was living abroad, and although I definitely enjoyed my adventures, I have always - a l w a y s - had a bit of a dark cloud over me. A cloud of longing, a cloud of second guessing and never ending "what ifs". Now that I am home again, people often ask me how in the world I managed to stay...

I recently had a birthday, and as you all know, Facebook is very keen on bringing up old memories just when you think they've faded... this particular memory that popped up was from a birthday dinner in 2014. A bunch of us were sitting around a large table at a restaurant in San Diego. And while I looked at all the faces in the photo, I realized that even though this is only 6 years ago; there is only one person at that table that I am still in touch with. All the other people were friends, of course, but friends that were passing by. Or, to be correct;...