3 p.m.

3 p.m.

Sitting in my second-grade classroom in 1982 I felt as if I was frozen in time. The typical circular thin disc of a wall clock hung above the dusty chalkboard in the front of my classroom. When installing the colorful wallpaper border decorated with math problems the...
My Morning Coffee

My Morning Coffee

I wrote this piece one summer morning while sitting outside. As I started to eat my Kaffegraut (Norweigan Semolina Porridge) I had the sudden realization that despite my existential questions, I had a good life. It was a great moment in an otherwise completely usual...