let’s go foraging {norway.2}

See this, children? This is what fishing for your supper looks like.  Then we pulled on gumboots to comb the mossy marsh below the cottage for cloudberries. Our lovely host, Helle, smushed them into… Continue reading →

at home in the Bunker

My sister snapped some gems while she was here — here is us, through her lens. Step into our bunker lair. Where the light filters in soft. And the cracks in the wall… Continue reading →

colourbomb! {norway .1}

At home, the Bunker’s front door is lacquered a very sedate dark green. It’s a friendly door, but it lacks the quirky pizzazz of the bright wooden houses we saw in Norway. My eyes… Continue reading →

there were never such devoted sisters

Oh I’m such a tease, making you squint through the haze waiting for shapes to form. But if I flick my braid over my shoulder just so and smile my eyes endearingly at… Continue reading →

of the things they saw in Norway, pt. 0

In the summer of oh-twelve, two intrepid kids headed due North. North, they found out, looks like this: And this: And thankfully, like this too:  It’s all coming up! I’m wading through pictures… Continue reading →

of Kansas no more

I’ve been swirling about in a two-week tornado of work and writing, and the wind is finally dying down. Now I’m hovering just above ground with the tumbleweeds and rooftiles and chickens that… Continue reading →

of summer roasting

It’s almost July! *cue vacation shimmy* During the summer the country sucks in its beer belly and shrinks dramatically. The Dutch enjoy about 25 paid vacation days per year, and many use those… Continue reading →

of Spring being late to her own party

Spring is white wine and scratchy grass picnics. Spring is jam jars playing house on the pantry shelf. Spring is an odd ramshackle bird in the middle of the city. Spring is the… Continue reading →

of same-zone loving

Three years ago, I was in my hometown on Java, moving towards my wedding at a pace that felt like sludging through extra-creamy peanut butter. After giving our collective carbon footprint the finger… Continue reading →

of snaps

The Muss has been quiet this week — one of my dearest childhood friends is visiting from New Zealand, and we have been scuttling around, stuffing her and her husband with as much… Continue reading →