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romantic relationships

When I was a kid, I asked, with justified horror, why my mom chose to marry someone who lived just one neighbourhood away. There was a whole WORLD of humans to marry, and she couldn’t be bothered to go much further than Claremont. I stuck to that belief, and went as far as I could to find love, which is definitely not a comment on how many strike-outs I endured back in my hometown. That particular romance had a shelf life, so I’m pretty sure I have to go to another corner of the planet to find my next victi- eh, partner. Anyway, dating in Norway is weird. So says everyone, including Norwegians.

  • Dating Tales: The worst, the best and the one that ended in a podcast.

    Dating Tales: The worst, the best and the one that ended in a podcast.

    I have written about divorce, parenting, and falling in love again, but I have avoided talking about dating because it can read so much like gossip if I make it personal, and it has been a sort of all-over-the-place experience over this past year and hard to adequately sum up. But a former Tinder date…

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  • Falling in love straight after your divorce (and lessons I have learned).

    Falling in love straight after your divorce (and lessons I have learned).

    It’s clickbait, guys. But it’s also true. Argh. Love. What? Why? And more please. You know the story. The ex husband and I were horribly in love, had twelve excellent years, acquired offspring, and then discovered that we were no longer in love anymore and were left scratching our heads about what to do about…

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  • Untethered in Oslo. The First Day Back (Do Me a Favour).

    Untethered in Oslo. The First Day Back (Do Me a Favour).

    Years ago my friend Katie suggested that I try doing something called “writing scared”. Writing that plucks material from parts of you that are made immediately uncomfortable and unsettled. Journaling is one way for me to do this, and lately, with so many big feelings to process, it’s been very rewarding.   Then I started…

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