Hi Hanna!! July 2010 I slide the rhubarb cake into the oven and close the door. I see myself in the reflection because the oven light no longer […]

My Duvet As a child I was always busy during the holidays. Most of the time I played outside in the garden and in the forest behind it. When it […]

Free Admission Welcome! There is always something going on here and admission is free. I can hardly charge an entrance fee for something that […]

I wrote a blog last week about “Spleen,” an – I think to myself – ugly word for a particularly unique feeling. I want to […]

Soaking dog weather outside the walls that surrounded me. The grass in the garden had evolved from straw yellow to vivid green thanks to the gallons […]

Grandma asks if I want a glass of lemonade. I quickly say yes, so she disappears back into the kitchen, leaving me alone. She has put the new markers […]

Peter emails me a picture of the clouds, which he sees from his desk, along with the message: look at it and reflect, Hanna. I looked at the picture, […]

My name is: Hanna. I call myself: broom in the plural. I call myself: yellow. I call myself: bush with buds, between which the wind strokes toward […]