It’s been 70 days since we went into isolation.  There are 39 days until we get the keys to our new apartment.

Tomorrow, I’ll be one week quarantined, and eighteen weeks pregnant. To illustrate my state of mind, I’ll admit that I knew the

Day two of voluntary quarantine, and I’m starting to wonder what the plan is. I preface this by saying that Sweden’s number

Yesterday, I was poised to write a post about the differences I’ve been seeing between responses in Australia and Sweden regarding this

It’s been a long, dark winter, and I’m feeling it deeply. While Australia is burning, Sweden is offputtingly mild. But while, back

I am the mother of an eleven-month-old baby girl named Elsie. It’s been quite the almost-year. I’ve learned so many things. Most

This headline should end with a question mark. Sorry for the second misleading title in a row. I don’t have any new,

Last November I had a baby. Everybody tells you babies change your life and that’s very obviously true. But those same people

I intended to write this post on Mother’s Day. Almost a week ago. Somewhere after the morning coffee (brought to me in