Running habits
Running has become a habit. Every Sunday I dress in tights and lace my running shoes, and run the same ten kilometers. It starts by following the shore where I […]
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A wall of love
I walked past the department store where a lorry crashed on April 7, and suddenly my mind is filled with what-ifs and whys and hows. I still remember how we […]
Lasagna and blackthorn
One day a year ago we came home with a crockpot, and since it has renewed our cooking. Maybe it has came with age, but I’ve grown to prefer slow […]
Creature of the night
How come that it’s always the worst lyrics that makes us sing-along? Whenever we are out travelling and start to sing along it turns out the song comes from somewhere […]
Shadows in April
“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar A winter day I crave what little sun there is, and still […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 