. Some love stories never die. Thank God! And though I knew it hadn’t died, my love for Denmark has gone silent for a while. A long while. Pretty much a pandemic-long while. But like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, it was just waiting for its chance to blow the door I had built between…… Continue reading Take me back…
. I really, really really really didn’t want to write about this. For one simple reason. I am not an American. Things here, North of the border are so very different, that it seems easy to judge, criticize and question. I am well aware of that. But I’ve been thinking about this since the news…… Continue reading Son of a gun!
Memory is a strange thing… Some periods of my life are crystal clear, and some very blurry. I also suspect that my creative mind has played with some of my souvenirs at times… Changing a little bit here and there, changing characters, changing who did what, and who said this or that. When I…… Continue reading Kids’ memories…
Cyranny's Cove 