It's September and I have just returned from the Gothenburg Book Fair, where many courageous persons gather every year. I write courageous as it has become increasingly challenging to put yourself and your thoughts out there in the public sphere. This made me think of another brave woman, born on the cusp of the new... Continue Reading →
Two Sides Of The Same Coin
When I was little, the stories I loved to hear the most, were the stories my grandmother Edna told me about her childhood in China. She used to tell about her dangerous escape from the Swedish school on the mountain of Kikungshan, when foreigners were persecuted in China, and how she and her best friend... Continue Reading →