Memories

I can still feel the tenderness months after we met. Remember his eyes and how they looked at me. How … More

Ek Balam

I sit in the jungle on top of one of the temples of Ek Balam. It’s about 10am and most … More

“Despacio [slowly]”, he says but our horses are nothing but. With pointed ears they prance around impatiently as they listen … More

Hans händer är stora och grova. De matchar inte den smala kroppen och de tunna armarna som döljer styrka som … More

Sometimes I wonder if I have ever written something real. If I’d be truly honest it’s hard. It’s a challenge … More

I’m riding underneath the stars in Argentina and long gone is his rigid mind and boring outlook on life. If … More

She looks at him jump up on the horse. With very bent knees in the short stirrups and the reins … More

“Maybe that’s what you are supposed to do. Write about feelings.”, he says and continues; “Everyone has their thing.” Months … More

We are sitting inside Apartamento in Güemes and the tall sommelier in all black with the unhelpful attitude has just … More

I remember my father coming and going growing up. Coming home with Bonnie, a white and black dog teddy with … More