As my parents have sold our childhood home we are “forced” to clean out. And for some reason we have saved a lot. Like old schoolbooks. And I love it. I have a long walk down memory lane showing our kids how great I was at math and what a terrible speller I was (am)….
Tag: writing
Love ’em words
The other day a friend asked me “When were you truly happy in doing your job?” As the positive (here she goes again the self-righteousness woman) individual I am, find happiness any- and everywhere. I see stuff from the bright side, that is just who I am. No, all jobs or parts of work are not…
Compliment
It is so little that does it for me. Just a few, polite words from a stranger. Who not only like my way of writing (from reading this chronicle, only in Swedish I am afraid) but who also respected me and complimented me on my way of living (and this guy knew what he was…