Different Pen

Helsinki, a Sunday afternoon. Exhausted after days of sightseeing, shopping, museums and city life in general.  I dose in chilly sunlight on...

This winter was cold enough to crack the stars, swirl crystal dust all over blue sunsets and plant ice rainbows in the middle of a frozen se...

Cold air creeping closer. Blue shadows stretching across white ice fields. Electricity is very expensive today. I can't go out because i...

2025 was a year of heavy burdens, My mother was disintegrating, my chosen profession and financial security were disintegrating. I struggled...

In August I took my mother on her last trip ever to the summer cottage.  She is 91 years old, with grave dementia and various other ailments...

A red candelabra, ghosts and longing, learning a new game, wheelchair transports, work, buying slippers for a dying mother, food and great p...

“The quiet transition from autumn to winter is not a bad time at all. It's a time for protecting and securing things and for making sure...