"Diving'" by Fredrik Brodén This year has taken away people I have loved. Friends I thought would be with me longer. The longing for them is not dramatic. It ´s everyday. It comes up when I’m about to make a call. It arises when I hear a laugh that sounds familiar, when I think “I must tell them this” and realize I can’t. Or when someone rings the doorbell and I briefly think “It’s probably him.” But it’s not. I have seen friends struggle. Family struggle. Friends afflicted

Fernard Fonssagrives "Nip Up" Lisa Fonssagrives Penn. Silvergelatin There’s so much talk about aging as something we’re supposed to fight. We should “stay young,” “stay fresh,” and preferably pretend that time doesn’t touch us. But perhaps aging is actually our greatest freedom. Because somewhere along the way, something liberating happens. It comes quietly, around the same time you start reading the shampoo bottle with your arms fully stretched out. By then you suddenly real

I’ve decided to start blogging. I ’m not really sure why. Maybe it’s a way to talk to those of you who’ve tried calling me without...